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THE PEACE PORTAL 
1815——-One Hundred Years ot Peace——1915 


A Gateway to Good Will 


By 


PEACE EDUCATION COMMITTEE 
OF PHILADELPHIA YEARLY 
MEETING OF’FRIENDS 


304 Arch Street, Philadelphia 


1924 


FOREWORD 


This book is designed to lead pleasantly into what William 
Penn called “the broad pathway of Good Faith and Good Will.” 
Hence its title, and its frontispiece of the “Peace Portal” on the 
boundary between our own country and Canada. (See page 5.) 

“A Gateway to Good Will” is dedicated to all those who wish 
to arrange programs embodying the spirit of Good Will, but espe- 
cially to teachers, who have such great opportunities to build up 
constructive thought on Peace and Internationalism. 

“The whole question of Peace is a vital one for the indi- 
vidual—for our personal life in relation to God, and for our 
social and corporate life, as well as for the nations and peoples 
of the world. 

“We need peace in our own souls, peace with God, peace 
with our own inner selves, that is, a unification of all our powers 
and gifts under the loving control of God’s Holy Spirit. This 
is the work of a life-time, and a process of infinite slowness in 
most lives, but it is a necessary part of the whole problem of 
peace. 

“We must then get into friendly relations with all God’s 
other children, whether we are naturally akin to them, or whether 
we feel the clash of varying temperaments, which cause friction 
and irritation. Somehow or other, this clash of wills, this thwart- 
ing of each other must cease. The problem is—how? 

“We need peace between larger groups still, the peoples of 
the different nations. This cannot be attained merely or chiefly 
by the action of Governments, it must be the will, the good-will of 
the people themselves.” —The Friend (London). 

If what we have gathered, from various sources, serves to 
stimulate and increase the power of Good Will, in a world sorely 
in need of it, we shall not have labored in vain. We gratefully 
acknowledge the permission of some authors to use what they 
have written and appreciate their hearty good wishes for the 
success of this contribution to “‘the great cause.” 


Peace Education Committee of 


PHILADELPHIA YEARLY MEETING OF FRIENDS 
304 Arch Street 
Philadelphia 


CONTENTS 


PEE RRPEACE SPORTAL Ctr ts Create fer, CANE h Ge ahr es | .... Frontispiece 
PAGE 
CRA CUTS) o8 Maced le sede [ine aeg Oa a8 ie Rah AEA apathy am Un ROO DT lh ie 
EGE ER CI PORTA OS ey a (LE em lama Witter Nia oF 3 ily ee mcraatan gs 5 
PRAYERS 
A PRAYER For BROTHERHOOD ........ Eat ec ts Oy 2 ade Rm ae aR 8 
A PRAYER For CHILDREN—THEODOSIA GARRISON ...........ec000- 10 
A PRAYER For PEACE—LypDIA G. WENTWORTH .............00008- 10 
A PRAYER For THE SPIRITUAL UNION Or MANKIND .............. 9 
PEACE MISE NEDICTION WAG ee ey See Oe aU Oe Lod bed dice yee sas 10 
HyMNns 
A Hymn For Wortp Court MEEeTiInNGS—Mary Cutler Morrat.... 14 
CaROL For CHRISTMAS—JESSIE M. ROBINSON ...........000000008 12 
PEACE HyMN OF THE REPUBLIC—HENRY VAN DYKE ............. 13: 
PoEMS 
SO Sid BOUGHT OE VWVAR+—Cal Dy cheuo oie heb aly hide gien slau blste accu a ater 18: 
ARMISTICE Day, 1918-1921—ETHEL BLAIR JORDAN .............05; 33 
BEFORE SEDAN—AUSTIN DOBSON ...... AAS, CAG o DS My LG EC RPmRU Sta 08 24 
Be Hero—EsS—ANONYMOUS ............ Pee ea yalcmi eee hoptiny we cok oa yeaa e 22 
DISARMAMENT—JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ...........000e ee eees 16- 
PWT OOULS——=N UW LIGWER Lion tenet hvala e vind cate dive cdc gs cue e ae valged 29 
I WALKED ONE Nicut IN THE SHEPHERD’S FIELD—JOHN FINLEY.. 20: 
PE tea ee LMC Meera? Meena Ly Ve ues coumadin Aa EMOINN SN i ang Pen. 16 
Pin JULY. POURTH—-KATHRYN PECK en ee eek ee ea as ee 
CoAELEROES PHOEBE CAREY ii) clcic els dig ot eis cs seems elvled vale AP RAD 33: 
Peete te PELAG—ANNA, COPE \EVANS ‘orice ele dees oe oelbeenle wees 18 
Sonc Or THE TWENTIETH CENTURY—ELIZABETH LLOYD .......... 748 
BEPOarN SoVV ASHINGTON «GLADDEN 5.0 ofl oaks dias osc ciao Cb mele bald e's 27 
BERING Ww | HE) LRENCHES—PHODGAR A.,GUEST. 065.660. 0cilan coed oe 31 
THANK Gop For PEACE—JOHN OXENHAM .........e cece cece eees 20 
Tue Buiter SPEAKS To THE POET—HELEN HoytT ............... 2) 
THE FLAG Or PEACE—CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN .............. 32; 
THEALITILE PEOPLE—-CHARLES HANSON TOWNE) 2... ccecscesceeges 26> 
THE MESSAGE Or PEACE—JULIA WARD HOWE ...............0000. 34 
THE SACRAMENT OF LOVE—JOHN OXENHAM ............0ceceeees 17 
LHe: VISION’ OF PETER—WUILLIAM, CANTON 2... cobs cic esis hdtience nis 2k 
THE Wortp Is SOMETHING LIKE AN EGG—EVELYN SITES ......... 19 
PELE Mee IPGERIED USASSOONE. 80 (i iN a hieale Se bikha eo ha eae pares 17 
LAREN VV VY SY ARS EL Ait Wmel se oie fete wishes Vibegid siok a atatarten eyo dae 30 
Wuat Can A LITTLE CHAP Do?—JOoHN OXENHAM .............. 19 
Wuat Is RicHt Towarp You Is RicHt TowArp ME—SARAH TABER 
07d AGE AS ae ad OP Afi ea NR BA On OER Pee ka ate Duar pn eA 23 
Eo a SoME FELLow’s DAppy Kitts SOME FELLOW’s Dap—T. M. 3 
POV UTS, Oh AERC EN cae Le eIS ois LIEU SES CEE A RR Dre ae eas ecb 2 


CONTENTS 


SHORT STORIES PAGE 
BEAR AND FOREBEAR—HANNAH P. MorRIs ............+eeeeeeees 41 
CHERRIES (OR TA MBURGA fod R100 ee © sive tv on po ge Ee 43 
How A Dott Savep A War—W. EVANS DARBY ..........eee0ee- 40 
St. Francis AND THE THrEE RoppErsS—ANNA Cope EVANS....... 38 
Tue House Tuat Love BuILT—RICHARD R. WOOD .......:....... 47 
THE SECRET Or HApPINESS—ESTHER M. KITCHING ............... 45 
THe Signi ON« Cae Door—P. “ls Reo... feta oe ei eee ee ee 36 
THE Town TuHat Coup Not Be TAKEN—FLORENCE TRUEBLOOD 

SS TEESE he ies ia eae Hk ese ea Slee Ciao ect oe Dc rate RUA anc 45 
THE! Worth Or A GOLLIE—HANNAH P.MORRISaiy eae as oe ee 42 

PLays AND PAGEANTS 
A DREAM OF PEACE—MARIANNA S. RAWSON .........2020eeeeeee 50 
A Session Or THE Wortp CourtT—C. SUMNER OSGOOD ........... 65 
CHILDREN Or MAny LANDS—ELMA EHRLICH LEVINGER ........... 61 
Uncie Sam’s CHoIceE—ANNA Cope EVANS .........0+--cs0sceumen 55 

MISCELLANEOUS QUOTATIONS 
AADDAMS)) PAINE YL Disc ie alte cae hd Me ves Nr el okie of ks a 77 
BROOKS): PHILIPS pier ie 20 llcile ah fen bhs. cistaleate kn igs Av eae ee 77 
Chrestan Century, a1 Reis Ae el oan al cue cok ak ee 78 
CAVETT CHUUT Hs cles cereale ask eee ao ieee iets kee oak Oe ee nee 77 
CO LTT a Rak UNA ee Cath ait, oh ey PEN Were ener wee TN EE 78 
CODLTDGE, MACATIVIN HE Ute oe PO ic esis leet i Solve es a 78 
COWPERSAWULLIAM ks 5 ene ke bas ene ne elo Lot ee a ee 77 
EDMOREYREV) CARL HOPKINS, «n'y dns vanes eee ee ee ee 79 
POCE MARSHAL 65.05 #35 odin os 3) oats ose civ ons ne ee ae ee 78 
HRANKUIN, (DENTAMIN Vt) bi 75 000 hice scm b Aestala Ai eee ee ie 77 
Hi erald A Bostonians c8 by akc sae veketnt th ceeded cli leeds enna ny a 76 
TIGOVER; * HERBERT ics k scl ee A sere lane ube el ee ee ae tr ame 78 
LOWELL, JAMES (RUSSEDL alert eh. ona. eee Se ee 77 
MetuHopist EpIscOopAL CONFERENCE RESOLUTION, THE, 1924 ........ 77 
NANSEN, ‘“PRIDTIOR? eicatas 4 kin lysates # s'ag di, Cacao 77 
Noves, Arrrep (The Prayer For Peace) 0202.2. 2, 2 ete. eee 78 
Noyes, ALFRED (ihe Datn/Op: Peace). va. oe eee 79 


THE PEACE PORTAL 


This memorial Peace Arch, dedicated in 1921, was built to 
commemorate the one hundred years of peace that have existed 
between America and Great Britain. It is near Blaine, Wash- 
ington, and rests half on British soil, and half on the American 
side of the international boundary. Built of steel and concrete, 
it is adorned by two flag poles, one of which is to carry the flag 
of Great Britain and the other the Stars and Stripes. 

On the plinth on the American side are inscribed the words, 
“Children of a Common Mother”; on the Canadian side, “Breth- 
ren Dwelling Together in Unity.” On the interior, below one 
of the doors, are inscribed the words, “Open for One Hundred 
Years”; below the other door the words, “May These Doors 
Never Be Closed.” 

On the two commemorative bronze tablets are reproduced 
historic vessels; one the Mayflower, which bore the Pilgrim 
Fathers to America, and the other the Beaver, the first steam 
vessel to ply the North Pacific waters in the service of the Hud- 
son Bay Company. 

The portal is so placed that it can be seen from ocean, rail- 
way, and highway, and it is estimated that 150,000 people cross 
the line near this point every year. 

The history of the portal is no less interesting than its 
appearance and decorations. 

At the end of the War of 1812, there were forty-six forts 
of varied sizes on the United States side of the boundary line 
from the mouth of the St. Lawrence to the east end of ihe Great 
Lakes, and about the same number frowned at the Americans 
from the British side of that boundary. 

On Lake Erie Commodore Perry, a rash youth aged twenty- 
five years, had captured six British ships, and killed three hun- 
dred men. A little before that the British had destroyed ten 
American ships, and killed two hundred men. 

As a result of these things the shipyards were working over- 
time on gunboats, forts were being strengthened, and leaders of 
government in Canada were threatening that Perry’s famous mes- 
sage, “We have met the enemy, and they are ours,” would soon 
be reversed. 

The American officers sent a report to Washington urging 
haste in building greater and more destructive battleships. This 
report passed through the hands of a young man of Quaker 
parentage, Richard Rush, who was born in Philadelphia in 1780, 
and was therefore at this time about thirty-two years of age, 
and who was in charge of a government office at Washington 
while the permanent officer was away. He, having been brought 
up to believe in the power of good will, rather than force, went 
at once to the office of the British Ambassador, and urged to 


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him the importance to both nations of reducing the numbers of 
both men and ships, rather than increasing them. The two men 
became friends, and worked together to put Rush’s statesman- 
like idea into practical effect. 

The Lake navies were reduced, and soon after Richard Rush 
was made Attorney-General for the United States, and his orig- 
inal draft of “An Arrangement” grew, with the cordial co-opera- 
tion of our own and the British governments, into the Treaty of 
Ghent, signed in 1817, which began “The Hundred Years of 
Peace,” celebrated in the dedication of the portal. 

As a part of the dedication exercises these words were 
spoken : 

“The ceremony in which we take part today marks the recog- 
nition of the oneness of the English-speaking race, and its friend- 
ship, not alone for the white race but its earnest desire to be at 
peace with all the world. 

“France and England live together in harmony in Canada. 
United States and Canada, side by side for three thousand miles, 
wish for no better neighbor. 

“Each country under its own flag, its own faith if you will, 
recognizing the power which is over all and doth all unite. May 
I not voice the concept of the part my country should take when 
{ say: 


hk ae ee oe 


“In other lands men fought for power, 
And some for kingly state; 
America, thine aim endure 
To make the people great. 


* * * * Kk X* 


Be thine, O Star of Destiny, 
Child of great nature’s plan, 
To show the Fatherhood of God, 
The Brotherhood of Man.” 


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Prayers 


A PRAYER FOR BROTHERHOOD 


O Lord, since first the blood of Abel cried to Thee from the 
ground that drank it, this earth of Thine has been defiled with 
the blood of man shed by his brother’s hand, and the centuries 
sob with the ceaseless horror of war. Ever the pride of kings 
and the covetousness of the strong have driven peaceful nations 
to slaughter. Ever the songs of the past and the pomp of 
armies have been used to inflame the passions of the people. Our 
spirit cries out to Thee in revolt against it, and we know that our 
righteous anger is answered by Thy holy wrath. 

Break Thou the spell of the enchantments that make the 
nations drunk with the lust of battle and draw them on as willing 
tools of death. Grant us a quiet and steadfast mind when our 
own nation clamors for vengeance or aggression. Strengthen our 
sense of justice and our regard for the equal worth of other 
peoples and races. Grant to the rulers of nations faith in the 
possibility of peace through justice, and grant to the common 
people a new and stern enthusiasm for the cause of peace. Bless 
our soldiers and sailors for their swift obedience and their will- 
ingness to answer to the call of duty, but inspire them none the 
less with a hatred of war, and may they never for love of private 
glory or advancement provoke its coming. May our young men 
still rejoice to die for their country with the valor of their 
fathers, but teach our age nobler methods of matching our 
strength and more effective ways of giving our life for the flag. 

O Thou strong Father of all nations, draw all Thy great 
family together with an increasing sense of our common blood 
and destiny, that peace may come on earth at last, and Thy 
sun may shed its light rejoicing on a holy brotherhood of peoples. 


A PRAYER 
For the Spiritual Union of Mankind 


WAR HAS FAILED TO END WAR 
DIPLOMACY HAS FAILED TO END WAR 
ONLY TIES OF THE SPIRIT INFALLIBLY UNITE 
Therefore We Pray For 


The Divine Alliance of Nations 


Eternal God, Father of All Souls, 

Grant unto us such clear vision of the Sin of War 

That we may earnestly seek that Co-operation between Nations 
Which Alone can make War impossible. 


As man by his inventions has made the whole world 

Into One Neighborhood, 

Grant that he may, by his co-operation, make the Whole World 
Into One Brotherhood. 


Help us to break down all race prejudice: 

Stay the greed of those who profit by war, and 

The ambitions of those who seek an imperialistic conquest 
Drenched in Blood. 


Guide all Statesmen to seek a Just Basis 

For International Action in the interests of Peace. 

Arouse in the Whole Body of the People an 
Adventurous Willingness, 

As they Sacrificed Greatly for War, 

So, also, for International Good-Will, 

To Dare bravely, Think wisely, Decide resolutely, 

And to Achieve Triumphantly. Amen. 


Feel As You Pray That Endless Others Are Aspiring With You. 


“More Things Are Wrought By Prayer Than This World 
Dreams Of.” 


By permission of the Women’s Pro-League Council. 


A PRAYER FOR PEACE 


Our Father Who Art in Heaven: 


We pray Thee to show us the way that leads to peace for 
all mankind. Help us, Thy children, so to live that we shall do 
our part toward bringing “Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men.” 
Help us to obey Christ’s commandment, “Little children, . 
love one another”; and to realize now and always that all the 
children of all other countries in the world are Thine as well as 
we. Help us to feel in our hearts this love for everyone through 
all our lives. And by this love for all mankind help us to know, 
and to remember always, that Thou, the Loving Father of us all, 
wilt bless each effort that we make for lasting peace. 


Amen. 
Lyp1a G. WENTWORTH. 


A PRAYER FOR CHILDREN 


Just children on their way to school again. 

Nay it is ours to watch a greater thing— 

These are the world’s rebuilders, these must bring 
Order to chaos, comforting to pain, 

And light on blasted fields, new fires of Spring. 

Dear Lord, Thy childish hands were weak and small. 
Yet had they power to clasp the world withal. 

Grant these Thy Little Kindred strength as true 

They have so much to learn, so much to do! 


THEODOSIA GARRISON 
From Everyland by permission. 


PEACE BENEDICTION 


Grant us, Lord, Thy peace today, 
As we're homeward wending; 
Peace and love upon our way, 
All our steps attending. 

Grant us Thy peace. 


By permission of the Pennsylvania Peace Society. 


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Hymns 


CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS 


The Stars looked down on Bethlehem, 
On Bethlehem they shone, 

But one was greater than them all: 
Where has that great one gone? 


The Stars looked down on Bethlehem, 
In Bethlehem so sweet, 

They saw a Mother filled with joy 
The fairest Child to greet. 


The Stars looked down on Bethlehem, 
O’er Bethlehem they spread, 

For fairest, rarest Child a path, 
A star-lit path to tread. 


The Stars looked down on Bethlehem, 
On Bethlehem they shone, 

On ever-living fairest Child: 
Behold! He has not gone. 


The Stars still look on Bethlehem, 
On Bethlehem they shine, 

But one, the greatest of them all, 
Will wait with patience fine. 


And Stars shall shine on Bethlehem, 
As long ago they shone, 

When God shall put that Star in place 
That once we thought was gone. 


The Stars aglow o’er Bethlehem! 
Fair Bethlehem will be! 

When men will tread the star-lit way 
Of Love and Charity. 


The Stars will smile on Bethlehem 
As long ago they smiled 

When all the world is full of men, 
As loving as the Child. 


JesstE M. RoBiInson 
From The Friend (London). 


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PEACE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC 


O Lord, our God, Thy mighty hand 
Hath made our country free; 

From all her broad and happy land 
May praise arise to Thee. 

Fulfill the promise of her youth, 
Her liberty defend; 

By law and order, love and truth, 
America befriend! 


The strength of every state increase 
In Union’s golden chain; 

Her thousand cities fill with peace, 
Her million fields with grain. 

The virtues of her mingled blood 
In one new people blend; 

By unity and brotherhood 
America befriend! 


O suffer not her feet to stray; 
But guide her untaught might, 

That she might walk in peaceful day, 
And lead the world in light. 

Bring down the proud, lift up the poor, 
Unequal ways amend; 

By justice, nation-wide and sure, 
America befriend! 


Through all the waiting land proclaim 
Thy gospel of good-will; 
And may the music of Thy name 
In every bosom thrill. 
O’er hill and vale, from sea to sea, 
Thy holy reign extend; 
By faith and hope and charity, 
America befriend! 
HENRY VAN DYKE 
C. M.D. 


Materna 


Used by permission from The Poems of Henry van Dyke; copy- 
right Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1911, 1920. 


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“A HYMN FOR WORLD-COURT MEETINGS” 
(Tune—“America, the Beautiful”) 


Lift up your voice, O Sons of Men, where’er ye may be found 

From frozen North and Southern clime, from East and West, resound 
The call for freedom under law, for peace and equity, 

For nations with united will to keep the whole world free. 


Lift up your voice, ye Sons of Men, proclaim your solemn vow 

To reach the goal for which men died and gave their lives that now 
From selfish aims that crush the weak, from fear and arms and greed, 
Humanity, by world decree, may be forever freed. 


Lift up your voice, then, Sons of Men, triumphant be your song, 
For lo! the nations meet and pledge that Law shall conquer wrong 
And serve the welfare of mankind, and cause dread war to cease; 
Together shall the nations strive for universal Peace. 


Then lift thy voice, America, join in the world refrain. 

Why stand ye silent and aloof? Bend thy great strength again 
To win the victory for Peace, as once ye did for War, 

God bless thee, now, America—go forth to serve once more. 


Mary CuTLeR MOFFAT 


From The Federal Council Bulletin, by permission. 


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Poems 


MY FLAG 


I want my flag to stand for Friendship 
All around the world, 

Wherever wandering breezes see 
Its stars and stripes unfurled. 

All nations in God’s family 
I want to hail it too 

As Freedom’s flag, as Friendship’s flag, 
The red and white and blue! 


I want my flag to stand for Peace, 
And mean a chance for all, 

The nations that are great and rich 
The nations that are small. 

That every one may see the light 
Christ came on earth to bring, 
And hail His spirit pure and bright 

And serve Him as their King. 


And if my flag for Freedom stands, 
For Friendship, Peace and Law, 
It will be loved in all the lands, 
All hearts will to it draw. 
I shall be glad to see its stars 
That shine amid the blue, 
And all its white and rosy bars, 
Because I love it too! Hey a 


DISARMAMENT 


“Put up the sword!” The voice of Christ once more 
Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon’s roar, 

O men and brothers! let that voice be heard. 

War fails, try peace; put up the useless sword! 


Fear not the end. There is a story told 

In Eastern tents, when autumn nights grow cold, 
And round the fire the Mongol shepherds sit 
With grave responses listening unto it; 

Once, on the errands of his mercy bent, 
Buddha, the holy and benevolent, 

Met a fell monster, huge and fierce of look, 
Whose awful voice the hills and forests shook. 
“OQ son of peace!” the giant cried, “thy fate 

Is sealed at last, and love shall yield to hate.” 
The unarmed Buddha looking, with no trace 
Of fear or anger, in the monster’s face, 

In pity said: “Poor friend, even thee I love.” 


Lo! as he spake the sky-tall terror sank 

To hand-breadth size; the huge abhorrence shrank 
Into the form and fashion of a dove; 

And where the thunder of its rage was heard, 
Circling above him sweetly sang the bird: 

“Hate hath no harm for love,” so ran the song; 
“And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!” 


JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 


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THE SACRAMENT OF LOVE 


Love is the sacrament of sacraments; 

For God is Love, and Love is God. 

Who loves knows Him, and in Him all the heights 

And depths of these high rapturous delights 

Which for Love’s soul are very soul of life, 

And through the troubled ways,—through stress and strife, 
Bear the soul upward to that final goal 

Where Life and Love make one full-rounded whole. 


Love tints the grayest life with rose; 
Love kindles fires ’mid winter snows. 


Love draws the fallen from his sin; 
Love helps the sinner grace to win. 


Love lifts the fringes of the night; 
Love lifts the eyes of Faith with sight. 


Love to all loveliness is kin; 
Love moulds all Life——without,—within. 


Love is the mightiest power on earth; 
Love to Eternal Hope gives birth. 


Love—the Beginning and the End— 
All life and death doth comprehend. 


Love lived in Death upon the Tree; 
Love lives again, for you and me. 


Love through eternity endures, 

For God is Love, 

And Love is God. 

Thank God for Love,—His first,—then yours. 


JoHN OXENHAM. 
From The Fiery Cross. 


Copyright 1918, George H. Doran Company, Publishers. 


“THEY” 


The Bishop tells us: “When the boys come back 

They will not be the same: for they’ll have fought 

In a just cause: they lead the last attack 

On Anti-Christ; their comrades’ blood has bought 

New right to breed an honorable race, 

They have challenged Death and dared him face to face.” 


“We’re none of us the same!” the boys reply, 

“For George lost both his legs; and Bill’s stone blind; 
Poor Jim’s shot through the lungs and like to die; 
And Bert’s gone syphilitic; you’ll not find 

A chap who’s served that hasn’t found some change.” 
And the Bishop said: “The ways of God are strange!” 


SIEGFRIED SASSOON. 
By permission of the Author. 


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A BOY’S THOUGHT OF WAR 


The best part of the day I know 

Is after all the whistles blow, 

When down the street, and up the lane, 
Come all the fathers—from the train. 


We children leave our play for this, 
And run to get a smile or kiss, 

And mothers—looking trim and sweet, 
Are watching—up and down the street. 


But then—the thought just comes to me, 
Of all the boys across the sea, 

Who stand and watch, beside the door, 
For fathers who will come no more. 


How can a war be right and fair 
Which kills the fathers everywhere? 
When wives and children need them so, 
That’s one thing I should like to know. 


Fy Waite 


PLANT THE FLAG 


Do you hear the children calling, 
From the lands across the sea? 
Stretching piteous hands appealing, 
Begging bread from you and me? 
Death and hunger crouch beside them, 
War and hate grim spectres raise, 
But, with wistful eager faces 
Toward our flag the children gaze. 


For that flag brave men have perished ; 
For that flag they suffered sore. 
Would we see it wave triumphant, 
Loved and honored more and more? 
Lo, our chance to lift it higher, 
Living red its stripes shall be 
Bearing life blood to the children, 
Bearing bread for you and me. 


“He that serveth shall be greatest.” 
Greatest let “Old Glory” be, 
To its stars new lustre adding 
Till they shine eternally, 
Planted deep in hearts of children 
It shall float out brave and free, 
Love shall make it safe and honored. 
Love shall win its victory. 


ANNA Core EVANS. 


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WHAT CAN A LITTLE CHAP DO? 


What can a little chap do 
For his country and for you? 
What can a little chap do? 


He can play a straight game all through; 
That’s one good thing he can do. 


He can look to the light, 

He can keep his thoughts white, 

He can fight the great fight, 

He can do with his might 

What is good in God’s sight; 

Those are truly great things he can do. 


Though his years be few, 

If he keep himself true, 

He can march in the queue 

Of the good and the great, 

Who battled with fate 

And won through; 

That’s a wonderful thing he can do. 
And in each little thing 

He can follow the King— 

Yes, in each smallest thing 

He can follow the King. 

He can follow the Christ—The King! 


JoHN OXENHAM. 
From All’s Well. 


Copyright, 1916, by George H. Doran Company, 
Publishers. 


THE WORLD IS SOMETHING LIKE AN EGG 


“The world is something like an egg,” 
Said Mr. Gak to me; 
“The yellow, that is China, 
And the white, that is the sea. 
The other little countries, 
Like America and France, 
Are tiny specks out in the sea— 
You know that at a glance.” 


You think him very ignorant; 

But tell me if you can, 
Have you a bigger, broader world 

Than has this Chinese man? 
Or is your world just like an egg, 

And would the yellow be 
America; while Eastern lands 
Are specks out in the sea? 

EVELYN SITES. 


From Everyland, by permission. 


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I WALKED ONE NIGHT IN THE SHEPHERDS’ FIELD 


I walked one night in The Shepherds’ Field; 
The stars in their wonted courses wheeled 
And no new glory the skies revealed— 
There was no peace on earth. 
But as I climbed the Bethlehem hill 
I saw one bend o’er one who was ill 
And anothef bearing coals to fill 
A neighbor’s empty hearth, 
—And I knew that the Christ was there. 


I walked up the Mount a little space 

And peered through the shadows for His face 

But found Him not in the pictured place 
Beneath the olive trees; 

Then turning toward Kidron in the night 

I saw the men on their way to fight 

In Jordan’s hell for a thing called Right 
Nor hating their enemies, 

—And I knew that the Christ was there. 


Then I walked alone in Galilee 
Where He fed the thousands by the sea 
And taught and wrought in His ministry 

Of human brotherhood; 
There did a Presence my way attend 
There did I hear the voice of a Friend 
Say “Lo I am with you to the end,” 
—I knew that the Christ was there. 

JoHN FINLEY. 


Reprinted From The Outlonk by permission of the author. 


THANK GOD FOR PEACE 


No matter now the rights and wrongs of it; 

You fought us bravely, and we fought you fair. 
The fight is done. Grip hands! No malice bear! 
We greet you, brothers, to the nobler strife 

Of building up the newer, larger life! 


Join hands! Join hands! Ye nations of the stock! 
And make henceforth a mighty Trust for Peace ;— 

A great enduring Peace that shall withstand 

The shocks of time and circumstance; and every land 
Shall rise and bless you—and shall never cease 

To bless you—for that glorious gift of Peace. 


JoHN OXENHAM. 
From Bees in Amber. 


By permission of the American Tract Society. 


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THE BULLET SPEAKS TO THE POET 


Look at me. 

I am a bullet. 

Bow down to me. 

I am small, you say? 

Yes, but I own the world 

And the world’s might. 

I am not beautiful, you say: 

But men have gone mad for me 

As for the most lovely of virgins; 

They have given their souls to taste of my lips 
And counted life as nothing for a touch. 


Listen, proud poet, 

Lover of beauty, 

Lover of singing and of your own heart: 
You say I have no song, 

That my cry is unmeaning and shrill. 
Truly it is not soft, 

And yet to me singing belongs; 
Singing and all that the voice can say. 
At my command speech turns dumb, 
Prayer itself stops in the throat. 

And song nie 

I can unsing all songs 

And make them not be. 


O poet, 

Proud poet, 

Young poet with a thousand songs,— 

Did you think 

Some day 

To sing your thousand songs? 

To sing the beauty of the world? 

With a touch of my finger beauty is vanished 
And your songs are vanished. 

Their utterance is choked forever. 


Look at me. 
Hear me. 
I am a bullet. HELEN Hoyt. 


From The World Tomorrow, by permission. 


THE VISION OF PETER 


“Not for one race nor one color alone 
Was He flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone! 
Not for you only—for all men He died. 
Five were the colors,” the angel said, 
“Yellow and black, white, brown, and red; 
Five were the wounds from which He bled, 
On the Rock of Jerusalem crucified.” 


WILLIAM CANTON. 


From The Five Colors, by permission of the 
British and Foreign Bible Society. 


yA 


ON JULY FOURTH 


With a blare of sound and a throb of feet, 
The boys of the school go down the street. 
Proud of their captives, the brave drums beat; 
And the folk of the city swell, forsooth, 

As they gaze on the lines of protecting youth. 


Proud are the folk as the boys pass by, 

With their left and right that asks not why; 
With their carefree promise to kill, to die, 
And the swell of their pounding, vivid breath, 
Linked to the rhythm of death. 


Proud are the folk with a wondrous pride, 
Proud are the women who one day cried; 
Proud that once more is crucified 

The mind of man for the hand’s pretence, 
Thinking . . . for violence. 


Pity the nation that makes of boys 

The marching cogs of its national noise; 
Pity the land whose law destroys 

The reach of Thought, the quest of Truth, 
In the heart of its radiant youth. 


If the lads to come and the lads to come 
March forth to the slaughter blind and dumb, 
Leaving the word to the loud-voiced drum 
Pity the victor his sated lust, 

His handful of ashes, his handful of dust. 


KATHRYN PECK. 


From The World Tomorrow, July, 1923, by permission. 


BE HEROES 


It is easy to be heroes when the great occasion calls and 
there is an audience to applaud, but to be heroes every 
day—that costs. 


God keep us through the common days, 
The level stretches white with dust, 

When tho’t is tired and hands upraise 
Their burden feebly, since they must. 

In days of slowly fretting care 
Then most we need the strength of prayer. 


Unthanked, unnoticed and unknown, 
Blamed sometimes and misunderstood, 
Yet if our Lord but sees our work, 
And by His grace shall own it good, 
It will not matter what men say, 
Since God is Judge of all—not they. 


ANONYMOUS. 


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“WHAT IS RIGHT TOWARD YOU IS RIGHT 
TOWARD ME” 


Two children dear had a kite to fly, 

With but one string, to the shining sky. 

Both tried to hold it, and broke the string; 
And the kite flew off like a white, wild thing, 
And they cried as it sailed away in the blue: 
“Twas a foolish thing that we tried to do. 
We could have it still, did we but agree 
What was right for you was right for me.” 


Two crowding neighbors strove in vain 

A part of each other’s land to gain, 

Till another passed and said: “You know 

You are wasting time while your seeds might grow; 
You are poorer far while you strive and fight 

Than if each looked out for the other’s right. 

This motto would be more neighborly: 

‘What is right for you is right for me.’” 


Two nations, with men and children free 

To work and play and make harmony, 

Used the shining wealth, which their people need, 
To pay for a war (with no use but greed). 
They settled no question of right, you see, 

For killing will never make people agree. 

The golden rule would have shown these two, 
“What I wish myself, I will do to you.” 


So children and men, and nations too, 

Are thinking at last what they ought to do, 
And sometime soon, when we children here 

Are men and women, ’twill seem quite clear 
That the whole wide world is God’s family. 

We are brothers whatever our country may be; 
And there’s only one way for a world to agree: 
“What is right for you is right for me.” 


SARAH TABER COFFIN. 


From Everyland, by permission. 


BEFORE SEDAN 
“The dead hand clasped a letter.”—Special Correspondent. 


Here, in this leafy place, 
Quiet he lies, 

Cold, with his sightless face 
Turned to the skies; 

’Tis but another dead; 

All you can say is said. 


Carry his body hence,— 
Kings must have slaves; 
Kings climb to eminence 
Over men’s graves; 

So this man’s eye is dim ;— 
Throw the earth over him. 


What was the white you touched, 
There at his side? 

Paper his hand had clutched 
Tight ere he died ;— 

Message or wish, may be ;— 
Smooth the folds out and see. 


Hardly the worst of us 
Here could have smiled ;— 
Only the tremulous 
Words of a child ;— 
Prattle, that has for stops 
Just a few ruddy drops. 


Look. She is sad to miss 
Morning and night, 
His—her dead father’s—kiss ; 
Tries to be bright. 

Good to mamma, and sweet, 
That is all. “Marguerite.” 


Ah, if beside the dead 
Slumbered the pain! 
Ah, if the hearts that bled 
Slept with the slain! 
If the grief died ;—but no ;— 
Death will not have it so. 
AustTIN Dosson. 


By permission of A. T. A. Dobson and the Oxford University Press. 


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SONG OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY 


Christ in the heart, and His love in the nation, is the only cure for 
the ills which threaten us today.—Ex-President Harrison at the Ecumen- 
ical Conference in New York. 


“Christ in the heart and His love in the nation!” 
Stronger are these than the gun or the sword; 
Dawns the new day of our country’s Salvation, 
Cleansed from her sins by the might of the Lord. 
Christ in the human heart, 
Teach us the better part, 
Save us from treachery, battle and greed; 
Love be the nation’s word, 
By every people heard, 
Love for humanity in its great need. 


Angels of Bethlehem, sound your glad chorus, 
Thrilling our souls by its message divine; 
Warfare and carnage no more shall rule o’er us, 
Brightly the star of our Saviour shall shine. 
Star of the Prince of Peace, 
Bring to us swift release, 
Let not our brothers their brothers destroy: 
Lead us to truly pray, 
Show us the higher way, 
Teach us that living for others is joy. 


Flag of our fathers, float on in thy glory! 
Always thy red stand for justice and law, 
Ever thy white tell the sweet gospel story, 
Never thy blue in its truth show a flaw, 
And every lustrous star, 
Shine from thy folds afar, 
Over a people united and free; 
Guarding this flag above, 
Keep us, O God of Love, 
Loyal to country, to manhood and Thee. 


ELIZABETH LLOYD. 


By permission of the Committee on Peace and Service of Philadelphia 
Yearly Meeting of Friends, Fifteenth and Race Streets, Philadelphia. 


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THE LITTLE PEOPLE 


The little, simple people are they who shall go down, 
Not Kings and Kaisers, Emperors, and unavailing Czars; 
The good, God-fearing people who never saw a crown— 
’Tis they who know the power of guns, and feel the curse of Wars. 


It is the little people who must suffer and weep, 

They who do the wise things, the good things of the ete 
They who till the farmlands, they who softly reap 

The grain and the harvest, and build the fires upon the hearth. 


The good folk, the kind folk—’tis they who run toward Hell 
When Kaiser and Emperor dare urge them forth; 

Forgotten are the homely ways when sounds the war god’s bell— 
From East and West they gather, from still vineyards of the North. 


From orange-groves, and wheat fields, barley-brake and plain, 
From business in the quiet towns, the sane work of the world, 
They rush at the mad call, and face the stinging rain 
Of shot and shell and cannon—for the King’s flag is unfurled! 


The little simple people now run a race with Death, 
They who ran wise errands for the rulers of the earth; 

They give their all, who built the world, they give their very breath. 
And who shall blow to life again the fires upon the hearth? 


O unregardful Kings, and ye who hold high destinies 
Within your misnamed mighty hands, how dare ye face your God 
When ye have thrown your simple people, people such as these, 
The good folk, the little folk, face downward on the sod? 


For they are worth more than your crowns, more than ye know; 
They are the wise ones, and ye the foolish—Stay! 

Keep them and protect them, before your light burns low, 
And the Lord God rebukes you on this awful Judgment Day! 


CHARLES HANSON TOWNE. 
By permission of the Author and the New York Tribune. 


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S’POSIN’ 


WASHINGTON GLADDEN 


Some folks is layin’ awake o’ nights, 
Harkin’ fer noises of furrin invaders, 
Conjrin’ up all sorts o’ frights, 
Wond’rin’ when we shall see the raiders; 
Nuthin’s doin’ yit, ez fur’s I know, 
But while their common sense is dozin’ 
Some of ’em’s lettin’ their guess-crop grow, 
An’ workin’ their wits on jest supposin’. 


* * XK * * * 


We kin hev’ war, ef we want it so, 
Hev’ it we shall, ef we keep on s’posin’ it; 
The camel gits inter the tent, you know, 
By dent o’ pokin’ his pesky nose in it; 
But if we keep on as aour fathers begun, 
Bound to be friends with every nation, 
There’s nothin’ onlikelier under the sun 
Than war for another generation. 


An’ naow, by yer leave, I’ll take a walk 

In the gardin plot that the futur’ grows in, 
An’ listen to hear the spring buds talk, 

An’ pluck fer myself a sprig 0’ s’posin’. 
S’posin’ these nations, tattered ’n’ rent, 

Sick with the surfeit of shame an’ sorrow, 
Their land all wasted, their strength all spent, 

All dreadin’ today a darker to-morrow,— 


S’posin’ they sh’d break the shackles o’ fear 
An’ the bonds o’ hate ’n’ the chains o’ s’pishun, 
An’ wake to the day that is dawnin’ clear, 
An’ ketch at the light of a great new vishun, 
An’ put on the beautiful garments of peace; 
An’ s’posin’ we sh’d go aout to meet ’em; 
What c’d we do for their joy’s increase? 
What sh’d we show ’em? Haow sh’d we greet ’em? 


Not with dreadnoughts ’n’ submareens, 
Not with armies in milyun masses, 

Not with an outfit o’ killin’-macheens 
Shrapnel ’n’ bombs, ’n’ noxious gases,— 
No; but with blessin’s and praises, ’n’ prayers, 
Hands reachin’ aout with love’s endeavor, 

Prayin’ with faith that never despairs, 
Fer peace ’n’ good will, forever ’n’ ever. 


From The Independent, by permission. 


a7, 


WHEN SOME FELLOW’S DADDY KILLS SOME 
FELLOW’S DAD 


When we get to fighting, our fathers step in 

And say it is wrong, a shame and a sin, 

With—“Why in the world did you ever begin, 
Scratching and biting? 

A black eye at your age; why goodness me, 

Your face is so battered you hardly can see— 

What kind of a man will you grow up to be— 
Constantly fighting!” 


But some fellow’s daddy kills some fellow’s dad, 

The finest old daddy a boy ever had, 

And half of the world is shouting like mad 
When men disagree. 

And now they are fighting by millions they say, 

Thousands of daddies are killed every day, 

With no one to stop them or pull them away— 
And no referee. 


We know very little of war and its schemes, 

We can’t understand what all of it means, 

But when war takes our daddies it certainly seems 
That fighting should cease. 

It strikes us as foolish that men think they must 

Keep shooting and stabbing. O why can’t they just 
Shake hands and have peace? 


1914. 
From Boys’ Life, by permission of the Author. 


T. M. Bray. 


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FIVE SOULS 


First Sout: 


“IT was a peasant of the Polish plain, 

I left my plough, because the message ran 
‘Russia in danger! needed every man 

To save her from the Teuton’; and was slain. 
I gave my life for freedom; this I know 
For those who bade me fight had told me so.” 


‘SECOND SOUL: 


“T was a Tyrolese; a mountaineer ; 

I gladly left my mountain home to fight 
Against the brutal treacherous Muscovite, 
And died in Poland, on a Cossack spear. 

I gave my life for freedom; this I know 
For those who bade me fight had told me so.” 


‘THIRD SOUL: 


“I worked in Lyons; at my weaver’s loom; 
When suddenly the Prussian despot hurled 
His felon blow at France and at the world, 
Then I went forth to Belgium, and my doom. 
I gave my life for freedom; this I know 
For those who bade me fight had told me so.” 


FourTH SOuL: 


“T owned a vineyard by the wooded Main 
Until the Fatherland, begirt by foes 
Lusting her downfall, called me, and I rose 
Swift to the call:—and died in far Lorraine. 
I gave my life for freedom; this I know 
For those who bade me fight had told me so.” 


FIFTH SOUL: 
“T worked in a great shipyard by the Clyde; 
There came a sudden word of wars declared, 
Of Belgium, peaceful, helpless, unprepared, 
Asking for aid; I joined the ranks and died. 
I gave my life for freedom; this I know 
For those who bade me fight had told me so.” 


N. W. Ewer. 
‘By permission of the Author. 


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TO PEACE 


We are the Dead. 
Give ear O Peace! 
A thousand thousand empty hearths 
And wives un-husbanded 
And children fatherless, cry out to thee: 
Be it not said 
Thou hast forgotten why these tears are shed: 
Have we not borne a share 
Of the intolerable burden and despair? 


We are the maimed: 
Take heed, O Peace! 

We laid upon thine altar stone 
A gift that burned and flamed 

To Heaven’s high door: but darkness and despair 
Hedge us about. 

And pain has come, and weariness, and doubt: 
Come thou to our release— 

Surely thou bringest healing in thy wings, 
O Peace! 


The women, we, 
Hearken, O Peace! 

What treasure, with far-looking eyes, 
Did we not yield for thee: 

Did we not trust thee wholly? and ourselves 
We put away 

Through every counted hour of every day: 
Share thou our bosoms’ pain. 

Share thou our sacrifice; be partner in our gain. 


And we, unborn, 
O Peace, O Peace! 

Immortal silence fences round 
Beyond all bond or bound. 

The little hands, outstretched, that never clasp; 
The little feet 

That run but may not reach to love and greet: 
Canst thou, O Peace, hereafter 

Make green thy fields for us, and bring us tears 


and laughter? 
W. W. Marsp.. 


From the Westminster Gazette, by permission. 


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SPRING IN THE TRENCHES 
Epcar A. GUEST 


It’s coming time for planting in that little patch of ground, 
Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around; 
Now the sun is getting higher, and the skies above are blue, 
And I’m hungry for the garden, and I wish the war was through. 
But it’s tramp, tramp, tramp, 
And it’s never look behind, 
And when you see a stranger’s kids 
Pretend that you are blind. 


The spring is coming back again, the birds begin to mate; 
The skies are full of kindness, but the world is full of hate. 
And it’s I that should be bending now in peace above the soil 
With laughing eyes and little hands about to bless the toil. 
But it’s fight, fight, fight, 
And it’s charge at double-quick ; 
A soldier thinking thoughts of home 
Is one more soldier sick. 


Last year I brought the bulbs to bloom and saw the roses bud; 
This year I’m ankle deep in mire, and most of it is blood. 
Last year the mother in the door was glad as she could be; 
Today her heart is full of pain, and mine is hurting me. 
But it’s shoot, shoot, shoot, 
And when the bullets hiss, 
Don’t let the tears fill up your eyes, 
For weeping soldiers miss. 


Oh, who will tend the roses now and who will sow the seeds. 
And who will do the heavy work the little garden needs? 
And who will tell the lad of mine the things he wants to know, 
And take his hand and lead him round the paths we used to go? 
For it’s charge, charge, charge, 
And it’s face the foe once more; 
Forget the things you love the most 
And keep your mind on gore. 


Reprinted from A Heap o’ Livin’, by permission of Reilly and Lee, 
Chicago, who hold the copyright. 


THE FLAG OF PEACE 


Men long have fought for their flying flags, 
They have died those flags to save; 

Their long staves rest on the shattered breast, 
They are planted deep in the grave. 

Now the world’s new flag is streaming wide, 
Far-flying wide and high, 

It shall cover the earth from side to side 
As the rainbow rings the sky. 


The flag of the day when men shall stand 
For service, not for fight; 
When every race, in every land, 
Shall join for the world’s delight; 
When all our flags shall blend in one, 
And all our wars shall cease, 
’Neath the new flag, the true flag, 
The rainbow flag of peace. 


On a field of white that bow above 
Shall arch the world across, 

And all the colors that we love 
Glow there without a loss. 

Orange and green in union new, 
Proud gold and violet fair, 

With world-beloved red, white and blue 
Shall shine together there. 


Green from the earth that holds us one, 
All blue of sky and sea, 

And the golden hue of that great sun 
In whose light our life must be. 

Red for the blood of brotherhood, 
White for the soul’s release,— 

The new flag! The true flag! 
The rainbow flag of peace! 


CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN. 


From Labor, by permission. 


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ARMISTICE DAY, 1918-1921 


“Cease firing!” Over all the world 

The swords were sheathed, the banners furled. 
“The War is dead!” the nations sang; 

Ten thousand thousand joy-bells rang! 
Hosannas rose from every shore 

“Peace, peace is ours forevermore!” 


Before the joyous shouting died 

Dark war-clouds gathered far and wide. 
Men could not swiftly sweep away 
War’s desolating tempest-sway, 

That down the ancient, wrathful years 
Has held them captive to their fears. 


In minds too young for enmity 

There lies the way to make men free. 
When children’s friendships are world-wide 
New ages will be glorified. 

Let child love child, and wars will cease; 
Disarm the hearts, for that is Peace. 


ETHEL BLAIR JORDAN. 


From The Junior Red Cross News, by permission. 


OUR HEROES 


Here’s a hand to the boy who has courage 
To do what he knows to be right; 

When he falls in the way of temptation 
He has a hard battle to fight. 

Who strives against self and his comrades 
Will find a most powerful foe; 

All honor to him if he conquers, 
A cheer for the boy who says “No!” 


There’s many a battle fought daily 
The World knows nothing about; 
There’s many a brave little soldier 
Whose strength puts a legion to rout. 
And he who fights sin single-handed 
Is more of a hero, I say 
Than he who leads soldiers to battle 
And conquers by arms in the fray. 


Be steadfast, my boy, when you’re tempted, 
And do what you know to be right; 
Stand firm by the colors of manhood, 
And you will o’ercome in the fight. 
“The right” be your battle cry ever 
In waging the warfare of life; 
And God, who knows who are the heroes, 
Will give you the strength for the strife. 


PHOEBE CAREY. 


tn 
(Se) 


“ 


THE MESSAGE OF PEACE 


Bid the din of battle cease! 
Folded be the wings of fire! 

Let your courage conquer peace,— 
Every gentle heart’s desire. 


Let the crimson flood retreat! 
Blended in the arc of love, 

Let the flags of nations meet; 
Bind the raven, loose the dove. 


At the altar that we raise 
King and Kaiser may bow down; 
Warrior-knights above their bays 
Wear the sacred olive crown. 


Blinding passion is subdued, 
Men discern their common birth, 
God hath made of kindred blood 
All the peoples of the earth. 


High and holy are the gifts 
He has lavished on the race,— 
Hope that quickens, prayer that lifts, 
Honor’s meed, and beauty’s grace. 


As in Heaven’s bright face we look 
Let our kindling souls expand; 

Let us pledge, on nature’s book, 
Heart to heart and hand to hand. 


For the glory that we saw 
In the battle-flag unfurled, 
Let us read Christ’s better law: 
Fellowship for all the world! 


Jutta WaArpD Howe. 


Copyright, 1923, by The Sunday School Times 
Company, and reprinted by permission. 


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Short Stories 


THE SIGN ON THE DOOR 
or 
(The White Feather) 


Many, many years ago when the City of Cincinnati was just 
a little frontier town, a wild rumor of Indian bands on the war- 
path was brought to the settlers, and many of them fled to a 
nearby fort for safety. 

For it was not in Ohio as it was in Pennsylvania where 
William Penn had made peace with the Indians, and saved the 
homes of his people from the perils which surrounded those who 
had not dealt justly with the savages, and so feared their revenge. 

But there was one man who did not go to the fort; for he 
belonged to the people of Penn, and of George Fox, who said 
that he strove to live “in the power of that spirit which takes 
away the occasion of all war,” and it seemed to this man right 
that he and his family should trust to the better way of peace 
and good will. So they stayed on in their little log hut, and 
did not get any guns or other weapons ready to defend them- 
selves if the savage Indians came, but they often prayed together 
and gave themselves into the keeping of that God who said “I 
will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” 

In those days the fastening of a door was often a heavy 
wooden latch, which was raised from the outside by a thong made 
of deer skin. This latch-string was pulled inside when there was 
no admittance. To say “the latch-string is out,’ meant that 
visitors were welcome. And so it generally was in the home of 
which we are telling. 

But, thinking of his wife and little children, and perhaps 
losing heart a bit in the long wait to see what the Indians would 
do, one night, when they were going to bed, the Friend drew in 
his latch-string! His wife could not sleep;’and after a while 
she told him how uneasy it made her feel. It did not seem as 
if they were really trusting to the way of love and good will. 
He was beginning to feel that way too, and so he got up and 
pulled the string out again, so that any one could walk in. 

Then, before long, they heard the Indians coming, and they 
surrounded the little hut with wild cries and savage war-whoops. 
They tried the door, and then presently they grew quiet, and 
began to steal away, and the man and his family rose and crept to 
the window, to watch them going. 

Just on the edge of the forest they stopped, and all sat 
down to hold a council, as Indians do, talking things over to- 
gether, and then perhaps the pioneers’ hearts began to sink, as 
they thought, “Suppose they have only been waiting to decide 
whether to kill us, or to take us prisoners!” For, you see, they 
had heard such awful stories of what the Indians had done. 


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But soon a tall chief in war-paint left the rest, and came 
slowly back to the cabin, carrying in his hand a long white 
feather, and he reached up and fastened it at the top of the door. 

There it hung for a long time, and the summer suns shone 
on it, and it swayed about in the winter winds which swept across 
the prairie, but they never took it down. For a friendly Indian, 
who spoke English, had told them that the white feather meant, 
“This is the home of a man of Peace. Do not harm it!” 

He said, too, that he had heard that the wild band of In- 
dians, when they saw that the latch-string was out, felt sure that 
any man who would leave his door open to the stranger and wel- 
come all who came, was not a man to be harmed. 

All this happened long ago, when our country was new. 
What does it mean to us now? It means just this. The way of 
good will is still the way to reach what is best in our fellowmen, 
whether they belong to our own race or another. Have we 
courage to try it? If we have, it will not fail us. 

Reeth? 


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ST. FRANCIS AND THE THREE ROBBERS 


It was June in Monte Casale. The last rays of the setting 
sun fell on the figure of an old man sitting at a cottage door. 
Down the street came a group of laughing boys. One of them 
halted in front of the cottage. 

“Five o’clock tomorrow morning, Piero. Don’t forget!” 
called the tallest of the group, as they passed on. 

“Never fear, Tito,” answered the boy, a lad of twelve with 
a merry, laughing face. Then with a gay ‘‘Addio” he flung him- 
self on the ground at the old man’s feet. Suddenly he looked up. 

“Uncle Nello,” he began, “‘why is it you are different? Tito 
says he heard his mother say there is no one in the whole vil- 
lage like you. Everybody loves you because’’—-the boy hesitated 
a moment,—‘because you always understand and care,” he fin- 
ished lamely. 

A shadow came on the old man’s face. Then it lit up with 
a wonderful look of love and reverence. 

“Whatever I am, I am only what the love of God made me,” 
he said slowly. “The love of God,” he repeated, “that came to 
me through one of His children and touched me and changed my 
life. Ah, Piero mio,” he added wistfully, “I would thou hadst 
known him.” 

“Who, Uncle Nello? Tell me about him,’ demanded the 
boy. 

“Words are poor things to describe such as he, but I will 
tell thee what he did for me. He was young when I first saw 
him and I hated him, though his smile and gay friendliness might 
have won the heart of the devil himself. My mother was but 
three days dead and I hated all the world. I loved her as I 
loved no one else, though God knows I gave her trouble enough, 
and when she went there was no one to care what became of me 
and I cared for no one. I was but nineteen and one thing I 
desired—never to see Monte Casale again. 

“Two days after the funeral I was off to the mountains. 
There I fell in with robbers. They treated me well and the 
excitement and adventure of the life appealed to me. It made it 
easier to forget. There were three of us who were always to- 
gether, and we feared neither God nor man. We lived well 
and spent recklessly as we took, but the time came when, with 
all our recklessness, we took little. There were few traveling 
on the roads that season and there were long days of idleness 
when we had little enough to eat. It was then that the face of 
Brother Francis began to haunt me. For all its gaiety there was 
something wistful about it, as if he asked something of me. The 
autumn set in early that year and ere it was over we were desper- 
ate with hunger. Not far away was a house where lived some 
of Brother Francis’ Little Poor Men and where he himself often 
stayed. His face haunted me constantly now and I was beginning 
to find out that there is a hunger more terrible than the hunger 


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of food. I persuaded my comrades to go with me to the House 
of the Little Poor men and ask for bread. 

“The next morning we set out. It was a day of storm and 
sunshine and when we reached the House the sky was so dark 
we could hardly see the face of the Brother who came in answer 
to our knock. I knew well by his figure, however, that it was 
not Brother Francis and my heart sank. Brother Angelo, for 
he it was, welcomed us kindly at first and was about to place 
food before us, when suddenly the light fell full on our faces 
and he recognized us. Not a sign of fear did he show, but his 
face grew white and stern and his eyes flashed as he faced us 
and cried: 

“*You cruel thieves and murderers! Are you not ashamed 
to steal what others have worked to earn; and do you even dare 
to ask for that which has been given in charity to God’s poor? 
You are not fit to live, for you reverence neither men nor God. 
Be off with you! And never let me see your face again!’ , 

“A clap of thunder drowned his last words, but forth he 
drove us even in the face of the storm. My heart was cold and 
hard as stone and I[ laughed bitterly, as my companions cursed 
me roundly for bringing them on a fool’s errand. 

“A grove of chestnut trees was near by and there we took 
refuge from the storm. I was faint with hunger and I think I 
must have slept for the next thing I remember the sun was shin- 
ing and my comrades were eating a few chestnuts they had 
found. Suddenly we started up in alarm, desperate and ready 
for anything. To our surprise it was Brother Angelo toiling up 
the steep path with a bag over his shoulder. Our chance for 
revenge had come quickly. He caught sight of us almost at 
once and instead of pausing he came straight toward us. 

“What followed seemed like a dream. Opening the bag he 
spread food before us and kneeling down he cried humbly: 

““My brothers, I pray you to forgive me for the words I 
spoke but an hour ago. Brother Francis has returned and has 
made me see that the way of Christ is the way of love and that 
I have greatly erred. He sends you this food and begs you to 
accept it and to do no more evil. He bids me say that if you will 
give up your wicked life he will care for you and feed you 
always.’ 

“My companions were speechless. As for me, I felt like a 
man blinded by a great light—the light of the love of God 
shining through Brother Francis—and it changed my heart just 
as surely as the sun’s light changes the face of the earth from 
winter to spring. 

“We went back with Brother Angelo and none of us ever 
returned to our life in the mountains. The whole world was 
changed for me from that day. The joy of a great love had 
come into my life.” 


ANNA Cope EVANS. 
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HOW A DOLL SAVED A WAR 


There was great uneasiness in the fort, and the general 
was pacing up and down in his room, while he pondered what 
to do. The Apache Indians had broken from their reservation 
and were advancing in full war-paint to the attack. 

It was an easy erfough matter for the little company in the 
fort to defeat the Indians if there should be a fight, but the gen- 
eral’s orders were to avoid war and yet to keep the Indians 
within their own bounds. As he paced about he thought he 
heard the crying of a child. 

He went out and found a crowd of soldiers gathered about 
a four-year-old Indian papoose, who had evidently strayed from 
her tribe. 

The general himself picked up the frightened little mite in 
his arms and took her to his own quarters for a comfortable 
meal. 

Hours passed and the general grew uneasy. He had ex- 
pected the mother to come and claim the child. As it grew 
dark the papoose grew restless and lonely, and finally broke into 
the sobbing cry peculiar to the little Indians. 

“She misses her mother as much, I suppose, as though 
she were a white child,” said the general. “I must find some 
way to comfort her.” 

One of the officers told him that his little girl in the 
fort had a doll. 

“The very thing,’ said the general, and forthwith went in 
person to the officer’s little daughter to ask her to lend the doll 
for a few hours. 

Generous little Mary, owner of the doll, when she heard 
of the crying little Indian child, insisted upon giving up the 
doll to the papoose to keep for her very own. 

Soon the general placed the beautiful doll in the little 
papoose’s arms. 

At once she stopped crying, and went quickly to sleep with 
the precious dolly clasped close. 

A week passed, and no mother appeared to claim the little 
straggler; but the child played happily with her new toy, and 
did not seem to mind. 

Finally it was decided to carry the little one back to the 
wigwams of her people, since they did not come for her. 

Tightly clasping her new treasure, the child was carried to 
the Indians and left with them. They were greatly excited about 
the beautiful doll, none of them ever having seen such a thing 
before. 

Next day the Indian mother appeared at the fort with the 
doll in her arms, not believing it possible that the toy had really 
been given to her papoose. 


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The soldiers were careful to treat her well, giving her a 
plentiful meal and some gifts besides the doll to take back to 
her people. 

This kindness on the part of the soldiers so touched the 
tribe that they gave up preparations for battle, and returned 
without a struggle to the reservation. The doll had saved a war. 


W. Evans DarBy. 


Printed by permission of the London Peace Society. 


BEAR AND FOREBEAR 


A long, long time ago in the Fourth Century, there lived 
two brothers, Leo and Marino, who felt a wish to help their 
fellow-men. They went to a village in Italy on the Adriatic Sea 
and they saw many poor slaves toiling in the stone quarries 
carrying great rocks, and being unpaid; very thin and wan. 

“Let us show our love by working side by side with them. 
Let us learn their troubles and point them to Christ,” said Leo. 

“Yes, brother,” answered Marino, “and when we are tired 
we will go up on those rocky cliffs and each find a cave where 
we can pray and get help from God.” 

So they got tools and blistered their hands toiling in the 
quarries—yet at the same time they found tender hearts among 
the slaves. 

“T will buy a donkey,” said Marino, “he can carry some 
stones in the panniers on his back, and he will also carry my 
tools to the cave.” So every night the little animal found his 
supper in the scanty grass on the cliff. 

One day a calamity happened—a big bear came out of the 
forest and mangled him. 

Marino was distressed, but he knew the bear’s nature. He 
might take revenge and kill this strong beast, but a bright thought 
occurred to the man. 

“T will tame the bear and make him work for me instead of 
the donkey—he can carry heavier loads and go faster.” 

So with much patience this was done, and the furry creature 
became docile and manageable under wise feeding and treatment. 

The people felt that Marino was their best friend; they 
even called him a saint, as their conditions improved under his 
leadership. “Let us found a republic,” they said, “and call it 
San Marino.” 

A peace-loving place it was, having its own elections. The 
kings of Italy respected this tiny province, and to this day it 
bears the impress of its founder as well as his name. 

The smallest republic in the world has existed through all 
the fifteen centuries as a bright spot in Italy. The good brothers 


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who lent their hand to lift the courage of the community could 
hardly foresee how their brief lives should reach on to these 
stormy days in 1918, when their San Marino city sent greetings 
to its sister, the United States, the greatest republic in the world. 


Adapted from the National Geographic Magazine, by Hannah 
P. Morris. 


THE WORTH OF A COLLIE! 


How many of us have a collie dog, how many of us love 
his brown eyes, his proffered paw, his wagging tail? How many 
of us realize the adoration he lavishes upon us, we who are to 
him the embodiment of all that is great? 

How he clings to the home we give him, and how pathetic 
is his search for us when he is lost! 

Yet this same dog has ancestry in a wolf. Yes, it is said 
that centuries back in the dim past, he roamed the wilderness 
and ate sheep, having savage instincts, a blood-thirsty beast— 
and then there came a gradual change—he met a superior being 
who saw his possibilities, who had flocks and herds, who deigned 
to fondle him and in his dawning intelligence this animal fol- 
lowed man, saw that sheep were valuable, wanted to help in 
the care of them, to take them to pasture in the morning and to 
gather them into the fold at night. 

He thus rose from barbarism to civilization, while allegiance 
to his master made him most serviceable and beloved. He would 
even defend the flock from enemies and lose his life for them. 

_ In the thirtieth chapter of the Book of Job, the patriarch 
speaks of his sheep dogs as superior to some men. A Californian 
experimented with wild dingoes in Australia and found that 
they did not bark until four generations had associated with man, 
and he argued that this was an attempt to talk on their part. 
The collie understands many words and gestures so that obedi- 
ence becomes a habit. 

In all this we are given an apt illustration of the condition 
of man himself. He was once a cave-dweller with savage ten- 
dencies, even more brutal than the wolf, who does not hunt his 
fellows—the ant is the only creature resembling man, in its 
pitched battles between its own species. But when humanity 
comes into relationship with a superior power, a great compelling 
force that shows a better way—the idea dawns that there is need 
of service, that there are flocks to feed and guide—then Love to 
the Shepherd becomes a normal necessity, a new heart is gained ; 
for God “maketh wars to cease unto the ends of the Earth, He 
breaketh the bow and cutteth the spear asunder.” 


HANNAH P. Morris. 
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CHERRIES OF HAMBURG 


In the early part of the Sixteenth Century, cherries were 
very rare in Germany. A disease had attacked the trees and 
it had been very hard to save any ot them. There had been a 
rot and it was with the utmost difficulty that any could be pre- 
served. But a citizen of Hamburg, named Wolf, had, in the 
middle of the town, a walled garden; and in the garden he had 
gathered the rarest of cherry-trees. By constant watchfulness 
he had kept away the disease from his fruit, so that he alone 
possessed healthy cherry-trees, and those in great abundance, 
bearing the juiciest cherries. 

All who wished cherries must go to him for them; and he 
sold them at the highest prices, so that every season he reaped 
a great harvest of gold from his cherries. Far and near, Wolf’s 
cherry-trees were known, and he grew richer and richer. 

One season, when his cherry-trees were in blossom and giv- 
ing promise of an abundant crop, a war broke out in the north 
of Germany and Hamburg was besieged and so surrounded by 
the enemy that no help could reach it. 

Slowly the people ate all the food that they had on hand 
and famine was staring them in the face. Meanwhile, the enemy 
outside the walls had grown more fierce. The great heat had 
dried up the brooks and springs in all the country about, so that 
the besiegers were becoming wild with thirst; it made them more 
savage and the commanding general would listen to no terms, but 
swore to destroy the city and all its people. 

Wolf was thinking about what could be done as he returned 
one day to his garden in the midst of the city, after a week of 
fighting with the enemy. While he had been away the cherries 
had ripened fast in the hot sun and were now fairly bursting 
with the red juice. 

A sudden thought came into his head, as he looked at his 
cherries, and a hope sprang up that he might yet save his city 
and all its people. There was not a moment to lose, for twenty- 
four hours more of suffering and the people would be beyond 
control. He brought together all the children of the town, to 
the number of three hundred, and had them dressed wholly in 
white. 

He brought them into his orchard, loaded each with a branch, 
heavy with rich, juicy cherries, and marshaling them, sent them 
out of the city, a feeble procession, to the camp of the enemy. 

The dying men and women filled the streets as the white- 
robed children passed through the gates and out into the country. 

The general of the enemy army saw the procession drawing 
near, concealed by the boughs they were carrying, and suspected 
some trick. Then he was told that they were the children of 
Hamburg, who had heard that he and his army were suffering 


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from thirst and that they were bringing juicy cherries to quench 
their thirst. 

Thereat he was very angry and said that they had come to: 
mock him, and that he would surely have them put to death. But 
when the procession came before him and he saw the poor 
children, so thin, so pale, so worn out by hunger, the rough man’s 
heart was touched; a spring of fatherly love that had long been 
choked up in him broke forth; he was filled with pity, and tears 
came to his eyes. What the warriors of the town could not 
do the peaceful children in white did: they vanquished the hard 
heart. 

That evening the little cherry-bearers returned to the city 
and with them went a great procession of carts filled with pro- 
visions for the starving people; and the very next day a treaty 
of peace was signed. 

In memory of this event, the people of Hamburg agreed to 
keep a yearly festival, called the Feast of Cherries, when the 
children of the city, clad in white garments, were to march 
through the streets, holding green boughs to which the people, 
coming out of their houses, would hasten to tie bunches of cher- 
ries. Would that the spirit of this Feast of Cherries might find 
expression in some form everywhere until the power of such a 
method as a “‘last resort” is really known and spread everywhere 
until all people learn the power of gentleness, help and for- 
giveness. 


From The Messenger of Peace, by permission. 


THE TOWN THAT COULD NOT BE TAKEN 
From the Danish 


The small boy was begging for a story—a true story—grand- 
father. So his grandfather told him about a battle the Austrian 
army lost, years before, overcome by men who were braver. 

Orders had been given to march against a little Tyrol town 
and take it. A prisoner, when asked about the town, said that it 
could never be taken, for they had an unconquerable leader and 
were prepared for the army’s coming. 

As the army marched over the Alps the peasants were work- 
ing in the fields and the cattle grazing. On entering the town 
all who met them spoke pleasantly. The blacksmith looked out 
of his shop and waved to one of the soldiers, saying, “I knew 
that man, we were boys together.” At the windows the mothers 
were holding up the smallest children so that they, too, might 
see. The boys crowded around, asking about the weapons and 
what they were used for. 

What could the soldiers do? They marched through the 
town expecting other soldiers to come out and fight, but none 
appeared. At the Town Hall stood the Mayor, a fine old 
gentleman, with snow white hair. He came to them with out- 
stretched hand, saying, ““Welcome, my brothers.” When asked 
where were the soldiers, he said, ‘Soldiers! We have no soldiers. 
We are Christians.” 

“But what did you do, grandfather?” asked the small boy. 
“Do? What could I do? The officers’ training camp had never 
taught me anything like this. If there are no soldiers to fight 
with, one cannot fight, especially when people treat you like 
friends. I had to report that I could not take the town, that 
we had been conquered by those who followed Jesus.” 

“In hearts too young for enmity 
There lies the way to make men free; 
When children’s friendships are world wide, 
New ages will be glorified. 


Let child love child, and wars will cease; 
Disarm the hearts, for that is Peace.” 


Adapted by FLorENCE TRUEBLOOD STEERE. 


THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS 


About a hundred years ago, four little brothers (the young- 
est only five years old) were one day talking together. The 
eldest told the others that he knew of a green stick buried at 
the edge of a ravine, on which was written the secret that would 
make all men happy, and enable them to live in loving harmony 
with one another, free from pain, sorrow or distress. The young- 
est of these little brothers was Leo Tolstoi, and his imagination 
was so fired by the statement that his whole life, especially the 


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last thirty years, was devoted to the discovery of that magic 
message. To discover it was not enough, he would proclaim it 
from the house-tops. 

The four little brothers invented a game, called the Ant 
Brothers. It consisted of sitting under chairs, sheltered by boxes, 
screened with shawls and cuddling against one another while 
crouching in the dark; 

When over seventy years of age, Leo wrote: “The ideal of 
Ant Brothers lovingly clinging together, though not under two 
arm chairs curtained by shawls, but of all mankind under the 
wide dome of heaven, has remained the same for me. As I 
then believed that there existed a little green stick whereon was 
written the message which could destroy all evil in men and give 
them universal welfare, so I now believe that such truth exists, 
and will be revealed to men, and will give them all its promises.” 

For some years he forgot about the secret of happiness, and 
tried all kinds of things to find enjoyment and pleasure; he 
wasted money in gambling and drink, and bad companions; he 
went out to be a soldier, and even killed other men, but always 
he felt miserable ’till he came back to the search for truth and 
happiness. He talked with many people whom he met, for he 
lived in Russia, where there are shrines of the saints which are 
visited by hundreds of pilgrims every year, and Leo thought they 
might help him. He often saw these pilgrims, as there was a 
shrine near his home, and he saw how earnest they seemed in 
their search after goodness. He read all sorts of books, and 
about all kinds of religions. At last he took to reading the 
Gospel of Matthew, and there he found the teaching of Jesus, 
who came to show all men the Way to God. He read there 
that we are to love God and to love each other; this seemed to 
him wonderful teaching. He started a school for the children 
of the peasants on his estate. They loved his teaching, but as 
they had very few books for children in Russia, Leo thought he 
would write some stories for them. These stories he picked 
up from a professional story teller, who came around telling 
stories, and Leo wrote them down for his school. 

One of his most beautiful stories is called “Martin the Cob- 
bler.” This is the story. Martin was a cobbler living in a 
small room half sunk below the level of the street, with one 
window opening on the street. He was very poor and cobbled 
shoes for a living. He was very sad too, for he had lost his wife 
and child, and he thought God had forgotten him. But one day 
a man he knew called on him, and said to him: ‘Martin, why 
don’t you read the Gospels, and see what Jesus said to all the 
sad people who came to Him?” So Martin got a copy of the 
New Testament, and read about Jesus comforting the sad, for- 
giving the sinners, and healing the sick. He read that Jesus 
said to His friends that they too must do as He did if they 
would find peace and happiness. Every day he read in the 


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evening when his work was done, and one night, when he had 
been reading as usual, he thought he heard a voice say, ‘‘Martin, 
Martin, tomorrow I will come.” 

It seemed so real, that he quite expected to see the Saviour 
next day. He worked as usual at his cobbling, but he saw no 
Jesus. It was a snowy day, and a poor old man was shoveling 
the snow outside. He looked so cold and tired, that Martin 
knocked on the window, and called him in. Then he gave him 
tea hot from the urn, and told him about Jesus and how he was 
hoping to see Him that day. The man listened and thanked him, 
and went back to his work warmed and comforted. Martin still 
looked and waited, hoping that Jesus would come. Presently 
he saw a poor woman with a baby, she had no warm clothes, only 
a thin dress, and the baby was cold too. Martin asked her in. 
He fed her, and gave her an old coat he had in which she wrapped 
the baby. He played with the baby, and made it laugh. Then 
he gave the mother some money, and she went away warmed and 
cheered for her journey to her husband. 

By and by, Martin looked out and saw an old apple woman 
with a basket. He heard loud and angry voices too, and blows 
and sobs. He saw that a boy had been taking one of the apples 
from the old woman’s basket, and she was cuffing him on the 
head and scolding him. Martin gently interfered. He persuaded 
the boy to ask for forgiveness, and left the old woman and the 
boy walking away happily together down the street. Returning 
to his room, Martin sat down to read and rest before he retired 
for the night. He dropped half asleep, and thought that Jesus 
came to him and said: “Inasmuch as you did it unto one of 
the least of these My brethren, you did it unto Me.’ Then 
Martin knew that the three poor people whom he had helped 
and comforted were indeed the children of God, and his heart 
was filled with a great gladness, for he knew he had really served 
the King. So he had found the secret of happiness. 


EstHER M. KITCHING. 
From The Friend (London). 


THE HOUSE THAT LOVE BUILT 


Adapted by RicHarp R. Woop from a Report of the Friends’ 
Reconstruction Unit in France 


When the war came to the little villages in northern France, 
the old men, the women and children had to take what things 
they could carry, and go far away, leaving their homes, their 
farms, and most of their belongings. The strong men could not 
help them for they were all in the army. 

After many months, the people came back to their village 
again. But they scarcely knew their homes, for the shells had 


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torn off the roofs and knocked great holes in the walls. Nota 
house in the whole village had escaped. 

Little Jeanne was seven years old. She was a brave girl, 
who had helped her mother during the long journey. She helped 
her now to try to make a hut where they could keep dry and 
warm in the corner of their old home, now ruined by the war. 
It was hard and discouraging; the rain fell steadily, and found 
all the cracks in the poor hut. Little Jeanne kept cheerful in 
spite of all the discomfort. 

One day some quiet men in gray clothes came into the vil- 
lage, bringing wood to build little houses. The men seemed kind, 
though they did not talk French very well and it was hard to 
understand them. Gradually the people learned that the men 
clad in gray had come from England and America to try to 
heal the wounds of war, and to help the people who suffered. 
These men would not fight, but would do all they could to 
repair the damage done by the fighting. They were called 
Quakers, and on the sleeves of their coats they wore a red and 
black star. 

Jeanne was very much interested in these newcomers, and 
watched and listened all she could. She heard the neighbors 
say that the Quakers were building houses for all who needed 
them; and that the people were paying what they could. She 
thought about it for a long time, and one day went to the tall, 
smiling man who was the leader, and whispered to him, “Sir, my 
mamma needs a house so much! Our shed leaks in the rain. See, 
I have six cents. Can you build mamma a house? I will pay my 
Srrmcentas: 

The tall man smiled, thought for a few minutes, and said, 
“Yes, Jeanne, I think we can build your mamma a house.” 

Jeanne was bubbling over with excitement. And when the 
auto truck really came to her mamma’s old house and unloaded 
the lumber, she danced with joy. In a very short time the house 
was built and ready, and Jeanne and her mamma moved in with 
the few things they had saved. It was much better than the 
leaky, cold shed. Life seemed more hopeful when the fire 
crackled in the little stove, and they were warm and dry again. 

Next day Jeanne went to look for the tall man with the 
star on his sleeve whom she had first asked about the house, and 
gave him the six cents she had so carefully saved. He took the 
coins, counted them, and handed back two. “It will not cost as 
much as we thought,’ he told her. “You can have two cents 
for something else. We built the house to show you that we 
love you, and to help you to love us. In this way you and we 
will learn to love each other, and we will never need to fight. 
Remember that love is better than fighting. If you do that, you 
can pay us for the house better than you could with money.” 


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Plays and Pageants 


A DREAM OF PEACE 
A Play for Children 


Time: 15 minutes. [ 

Characters: 
King and Queen of the Dreamers Chile 
United States Argentina 
England Paraguay 
France Sister Republics | Uruguay 
Japan of Southern Columbia 
Italy Hemisphere Peru 
Russia Equador 
Germany Venezuela 
India Brazil 
China Bolivia 
Egypt 
Mexico l 


[The King and Queen of the Dreamers wear rose-colored 
crowns and sashes and carry sceptres with a star at the top, all 
of rose-color. They are dressed in white as are the Sister Re- 
publics. The boys and girls who represent the other countries are . 
also dressed in white shirt waists or all white costumes. They 
are labeled with cards on which the name of the country 1s 
printed in rose-colored letters. Since the other countries assemble 
about the United States it adds to the effectiveness if he 1s dressed 
in an Uncle Sam costume with a touch of rose-color about 1t.| 


(Enter a child carrying the poster of the Christ of the Andes, 
mounted so that she can easily carry it. She can be one of the 
Sister Republics without her badge. She recites the following 
and then retires.) 


On the highest point of the Andes Mountains between Chile 
and Argentina there stands a huge figure of Christ. It is made 
of the bronze of melted cannon. In one hand the figure holds 
a cross and the other is uplifted in blessing. The figure is 
mounted on a granite sphere upon which are sketched the outlines 
of the world. Two bronze tablets, one given by the working men 
of Argentina and Chile and one by the working women, telling 
the history of the statue and bear this inscription: 

“Sooner shall these mountains crumble into dust than Ar- 
gentines and Chileans shail break the peace to which they have 
pledged themselves at the feet of Christ the Redeemer.” 


(Enter King and Queen of the dreamers, standing together 
in the centre of the stage. They recite together.) 

We are King and Queen of the Dreamers. We dream most 
beautiful dreams; that peace is the law among nations; that it’s 
real, not something that seems. We have touched all the lands 
with our magic, and made them become dreamers too, and the 


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whole round world sings together Christ’s message of love come 
true. 


(The King and Queen separate and stand at the front on 
either side of the stage as the play proceeds.) 


(Enter United States and stands at centre of stage at the 
back. A moment later England enters.) 


England: Well, neighbor, how are you today? 
United States: Fine, I thank you. In fact I feel a good 
deal better than usual. I never felt just this way before. 


England: What? That is interesting. I’m feeling particu- 
larly well myself today. I had a queer dream last night. 


(Enter France and Japan.) 


France: Well, gentlemen, greetings to you. Did you ever 
see such fine weather? Seems as if something had happened. I 
don’t know when I’ve felt so well. I feel as if a load had been 
lifted from my mind. I can’t explain it but. . . 


Japan: That’s queer, your saying you feel as if a load had 
been lifted from your mind. When I woke up and saw the sun 
shining on the cherry blossoms, I felt so light-hearted it seemed 
to me that the blossoms had never looked so beautiful before. 


United States: My English friend and I were expressing 
sentiments of the same sort when you came in. Do you sup- 
pose anything has happened to change the pressure of the air? 
Do you suppose that in a single night the pressure became five 
instead of fifteen pounds to the square inch? I feel just about 
that much relief. 


(Enter Italy with Germany and Russia.) 


Italy: Isn’t it good to find all these gentlemen here? Friends, 
I just had a feeling this morning—it is such an unusually fine 
morning—that you would like to receive a visit from these other 
friends of mine, and as I was coming, I asked them to come 
along. I know how we have all felt toward them in days gone 
by, but I’m glad to say those days are gone by. I’m sure they 
are. I don’t know what makes me sure. It’s odd, but I do feel 
absolutely certain we shall never go through such evil days again. 


France: It is odd, but I feel as sure of it as you do, and 
I hope you are all experiencing the sense of relief that has come 
to me. Of course we are glad to welcome these gentlemen. 


England and Japan and U. S. (shaking hands with Russia 
and Germany): Certainly we are. 


Russia: Now I call that right neighborly. We have been 
having our ups and downs since the old Czarist days. Mostly 
downs, I am sorry to say, and at times it has seemed as if the 
whole world were against us. And I’m not saying we haven’t 


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made our mistakes, some of them pretty big ones too. But we 
are trying, and it is pleasant to find these friendly hands extended 
to us. 


Germany: My Russian friend speaks my mind too. We’ve 
made a pretty bad mess of things lately. A whole lot worse than 
any of us ever imagined it could be and Germany is ready to 
do all she can to atene for it. If we can just have the assurance 
of the friendship of the other nations, things are bound to go 
better; and I find myself feeling pretty sure of that friendship 
just now. It is queer how sure IJ do feel of it this morning. I 
didn’t feel at all sure of it yesterday. I can’t tell you how 
thankful I am to be able to feel that confidence. 


United States: See that fleet of airplanes coming to rest 
out there? This bids fair to be quite a reception. 


(Enter Sister Republics of Southern Hemisphere.) 


All together: We are the Sister Republics of the Southern 
Hemisphere. We come to give you greeting and to share with 
you our cheer, for we have learned the wonderful message and 
placed it aloft over all; that nation can live with nation, and war 
need never befall, and so with faith, do we greet you, our power- 
ful friends of the north. We know that no more we need fear — 
you, that one family we are—henceforth. 


(Enter India) 


India: I had such a strong impression that something un- 
usual was doing that I couldn’t help coming to see what it was. 
Has anything happened? 


England: Yes, something most remarkable has happened. 
England has experienced a change of heart. Do the people of 
India wish their independence? ‘They shall have it. 


(Enter Mexico—running in.) 


Mexico: What is the meaning of this gathering? A strong 
wind blew over my country this morning and picked me up and 
brought me here. All the way as I came I had the queerest 
feeling of pleasure and relief and I see by your faces that you 
are all happy too. What is it? 


United States: I suspect that wind blew the cobwebs out 
of our brains for I find myself possessed of a great desire to 
give you entire control of your valuable oil resources. I wonder 
I never wanted to do it before. It feels so good to be thinking 
of justice to you instead of my own selfish desires. I think I 
might even be prevailed upon to give the Philippines their inde- 
pendence just now. 


England: Here comes a gentleman from China. (Enter 
China. England shakes hands with him.) Good morning, my 
friend, I’m jolly glad to see you. In fact, I’ve a little business 

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with you. That old opium traffic that has made so much hard 
feeling between us, I think it is about time we dropped it. It 
seems rather unworthy of such a great nation as the British 
Empire. 

China: Thank you, thank you. Now at last we shall be 
able to have faith in your Christian Religion. As I flew over 
the Mediterranean Sea, I exchanged a few words with Egypt. I 
think you'll want to give her her independence. She doesn’t 
understand how such a powerful Christian nation can be so 
slow in keeping her word. There she comes now. She said 
she would be along as soon as she got her airplane ready for 
such a long flight. 


England: You are quite right. I shall be glad to see her. 
(Enter Egypt. England continues.) Well, my friend, I’m glad 
you came, for I’ve a bill to pay that is long overdue. Here is 
your independence. (Hands her a roll of white paper iied with 
rose-colored ribbon.) May we ever be helpful friends to each 
other. 


Egypt: Thank you. We shall try to do our part in the way 
of friendship. We can but recognize with gratitude the many 
things England has done to develop our country, but every country 
wishes to be free. 


France: See here. This sort of thing is contagious. Ger- 
many, I think we had better shake hands again and hereafter 
we'll try to understand and help each other instead of following 
the old law of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I shall 
withdraw my army from the Ruhr immediately. 


Germany: Thank you, and I am at your service in helping’ 
rebuild your devastated territory. 


France: Oh, we’ll call upon you if we need you, but when: 
my million idle soldiers get at productive work they will make: 
things hum, and France will soon be a new country. 


Japan: Now isn’t this comfortable? It is a good time for 
us all to disarm and use the money to make our world a better 
place to live in for everybody. No more battleships and sub- 
marines and standing armies. Better food and homes and schools. 
All in favor say aye! 


All: Aye! 


France: If there is no more business, I move we adjourn. 
We have all quite a bit of work to do but I foresee that we are 
going to have a much better time doing it than we have ever 
had before with our various occupations. 


United States: I second the motion. You are right about 
our having plenty to do for a while, but I’m eager to be at it. 


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Here’s pledging ourselves to the task of making the right sort 
of world. 


(King and Queen of the Dreamers take the centre front of 
the stage again. ) 

King and Queen: We are King and Queen of the Dreamers. 
We believe in our beautiful dreams. Peace can be the law among 
nations, from sorrowsthe world to redeem. We have shown you 
our wonderful vision. Come join with us, you and you. As we 
work out our dreams together, Christ’s message of love will 


come true. 
(Exit all.) 


By permission. MaRIANNA S. Rawson. 


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UNCLE SAWM’S CHOICE 


Scene—-Uncle Sam’s office in Washington, D. C., early in 1920. 
Uncle Sam, seated at his desk which is piled high with 
summaries of revenue and tax returns, is calculating 
his income preparatory to making up a budget for the 
coming year. 


Uncle Sam (with a sigh of relief )—Five and one-half billion 
dollars I make it. A tidy little sum to spend on one’s family. 
Now for the budget! 


A gentle knock on the door interrupts him. 


Uncle Sam (wheeling ’round mm his chair)—Come in. (The 
door is pushed open and a little girl of about five enters. She 
hesitates a moment and looks shyly at Uncle Sam.) 


Uncle Sam (cheerily)—Well, little one, what is it? 


Child (reassured by his face and voice and running forward 
eagerly )—Please, Uncle Sam, we children want a chance. 


Uncle Sam (putting his arm around her and smiling down at 
her)—A chance. What do you mean? 


Child (reaching up with a swift movement and covering his 
eyes with her hands)—Shut your eyes. 
Uncle Sam closes his eyes and at a signal from the child a troop of 


children steal into the room. Some are blind, some crippled or deformed, 
others dirty and neglected. 


Child (clapping her hands)—Now you may open them. 

Uncle Sam opens his eyes and stares at the children. 

A Blind Child (feeling her way forward)—Please, Uncle 
Sam, there are thousands of us and the doctors say we needn’t 
have been blind if someone had known how to treat our eyes in 
time. 

Small Boy on Crutches (hobbling to the front)—There’s 
thousands of us, too, and the “Doc” says we needn’t have been 
like this if they’d treated us right when we was little kids. 

Ragged Little Chap (hugging a torn book and pushing 
eagerly forward)—Say, Uncle Sam, there’s thousands of us kids 
can’t go to school ’cause there ain’t no place for us. 

Several Boys at the Back—And we want some place to play 
where the Cops won’t drive us off. 

Others—Yes—Yes. 

Curtain falls. 


Curtain rises showing Uncle Sam and the child as before. The 
children have vanished. The child is watching Uncle Sam, who seems 
lost in thought. The look of deep sadness which had crept into his face 
as he watched the children changes to one of determination. 


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Uncle Sam (grimly)—People will kick, but the children shall 
have their chance (more gently looking down at the child). All 
right, little one, you shall have what you ask. 

With a cry of joy the child ts about to throw her arms around Uncle 
Sam’s neck when the door ts pushed open and a girl of about seventeen 
enters. The child slips to one side and the girl advances in front of Uncle 
Sam. She is a slight graceful creature with delicate features and large 
eyes, but there is a weary almost tragic look in her young face that 
startles Uncle Sam. 

Uncle Sam (frowning slightly)—Is there anything I can do 
for you? 


Girl (half scornfully)—Is there anything you can do for me? 
Give me a chance to be what I was meant to be—that’s all. 


Uncle Sam (his frown deepening)—What do you mean? 


Girl turns impatiently to the door where a procession ts slowly enter- 
ing. In front are two girls of fourteen—one small with pinched sharp 
face, the other heavy with dull eyes. They carry a placard with the 
words: 


“Thousands of us work nine hours a day.” 
A group of working girls follow with a banner. 
“We work nine hours a day for less than a living wage.” 


Behind these come two girls—one with every sign of wealth and 
breeding, the other a dweller in the slums. They show the ravages of 
disease and stagger slightly as they support a banner with the words: 


“We are two of the 954,000 victims of the White Plague in the 
United States.” 

A group of girls in prison garb bring up the rear—Fear, stupidity 
and suffering are written on their faces. Their banner bears the words: 

“Our mothers were feebleminded.” 

The procession passes slowly across the stage to extreme left and 
disappears. Uncle Sam’s face shows deep concern and pity. The girl who 
has stepped to one side watches him closely as he turns to his desk and a 
gleam of hope lights up her face at his words. 

Uncle Sam (thinking aloud)—It is all wrong. These girls 
have a right to the health and joy of youth—the joy of growth— 
of developing and expressing the best there is in them. They 
must have it for the nation’s sake as well as their own. They are 
the mothers of the coming generation. It will take money, but, 
thank heaven, my income is large. 


A knock at the door causes him to turn. 

Uncle Sam—Come in. 

Attorney General enters. 

Uncle Sam (rising)—Good morning, Mr. Stone. 


Attorney General—Ah, good morning, Uncle Sam. (They 
shake hands.) 

Uncle Sam—Have a chair. What can I do for you? (They 
sit down.) 


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Attorney General—I called because I thought you ought to 
know before making up your budget that our Department will 
need a very much larger appropriation this year. 


Uncle Sam—Indeed! Why so? 


Attorney General—Well, you see, offenses multiply. Crime 
is increasing. We shall need more prisons if things go on as 
they are, and with the present high prices it costs something to 
support thousands of men in jail—not to mention women. 


Uncle Sam (dryly)—I should think it might. 


Attorney General (earnestly)—I assure you we do not spend 
any more on them than we absolutely have to. 


Uncle Sam—Quite so, but does it ever occur to you that 
they might at least support themselves while we are—ahem— 
trying to reform them (I suppose that is our object though we 
seem to fail lamentably). 


Attorney General (stiffly)—I’m not sure that I understand 
you. You mean the men should work? 


Uncle Sam—TI do. I shall have unusually large demands on 
my income this year (he glances at the girl and the child) and I 
do not fancy spending any of it supporting thousands of able- 
bodied men in prison. 


Attorney General (clearing his throat)—There are—er— 
practical difficulties in working out any such scheme. 


Boy (who has entered while they were talking and stands 
watting)—Why don’t you save yourselves trouble by giving us 
a chance to be something else than criminals? 


Uncle Sam and Attorney General start and turning stare at the 
speaker, who is a lad of twenty, powerfully built with a strong face and 
eyes that look straight at you. 


Uncle Sam (coolly)—And who are you? 


Boy (meeting their stare with an amused smile)—I’m an 
ex-criminal. I’ve served two terms and was headed straight for 
a third when someone gave me a chance and I shan’t trouble 
you to support me in jail again. I’ve more interesting things 
to do. 


Uncle Sam—What, for instance? 


Boy—Oh for me it is engineering. For another chap it will 
be something else. All you have to do is to find out what it is 
and educate him for it, and he’ll find it a lot more interesting 
than dodging the police and the Department of Justice, though 
that’s some game. (He smiles genially at the Attorney General.) 


Uncle Sam (thoughtfully)—Another demand on my income, 
but I believe it would save money in the end. 


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The door is thrown open violently and a big ugly looking customer 
swaggers into the room. He carries a club and there is a mixture of fear 
and cunning in his eyes. Uncle Sam looks at him with a mingled expres- 
ston of disgust and dread. The man without waiting for him to speak 
thrusts a paper into his hand. 


Man—I’d like the money at once, Govr’nor. 


Uncle Sam (turning to Attorney General)—Will you excuse 
me a minute! I am Sorry. 


Attorney General (71sing)—Not at all. I will call again. 


Uncle Sam (rising also)—Thank you. I should like to talk 
to you, when we can be uninterrupted. 


They shake hands and the Attorney General goes out. 
Uncle Sam sits down again and unfolds paper. 


Uncle Sam (with a look of consternation as he glances at 
it)—But, Man, this is preposterous! Why it would take practi- 
cally the whole of my year’s income! 


Man (with an ugly grin)—There’s nothing cheap about me. 
I come high, I do. War’s my name and folks as have War have 
to pay for it. All of your income, hey? I calculated it would 
take nearly nine-tenths of it. But there’s no mistake. I’ve the 
items here if you want ’em (he pulls another paper from his 
pocket); all O. K.’d by them as knows (reading from paper). 
Here’s Item 1, Army and Navy. It'll take one-fifth of your cash 
to pay for them. Then, there’s your war debt. It'll take about 
one-fourth to pay interest on that. Then, there’s pensions, war 
risk insurance, rehabilitation, soldiers’ and sailors’ Homes and 
Cemeteries. They’ll take another big slice. Yes, I reckon it’s 
nearly nine-tenths all right. 

He hands the itemized account to Uncle Sam, who takes it hastily 
and examines the O. Ks. The last vestige of hope vanishes from his face 
as he does so. He turns to hts desk. 

Uncle Sam (to himself)—Nearly nine-tenths for THIS and 
only about one-tenth for all my children! 


With white, set face he draws a check and hands it to the man. 


Uncle Sam (im a low voice)—Take it and be gone. It 
should have meant the happiness of little children—the joy of 
youth—the well-being of all my children—but you are master— 
THIS TIME (significantly). 


Man (with a leer and wink turning to go out)—This time 
and all the time! 

_ At the door he meets an ex-service man who is entering. The soldier 
gives a start of recognition and his face hardens into lines that are tragic 
in so young a face. It ts as if he sees again scenes that can be neither 
described nor forgotten. He turns away hastily. 

Boy (with a friendly greeting)—You know him? (Glancing 
at the door where the man has disappeared.) 


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Soldier—I lived with him in the Trenches (Uncle Sam has 
turned to the girl and child and is watching them closely. The 
child, frightened by the rough stranger, has begun to cry and the 
girl, all hope gone from her face, stoops to comfort her. They 
are about to go out when the girl catches the look of misery in 
Uncle Sam’s eyes.) 


Girl (pausing)—It was the War. You would have helped 
us (then with a flicker of hope and a note of interrogation in her 
voice). You will help us sometime? You will not forget? 


Uncle Sam (slowly and with deep feeling)—I shall not for- 
get. Everyone of my children shall have a chance to be their 
best and together we will make our dreams come true. It can 
be done, but (he pauses an imstant) War must go. 


Soldier (stepping forward and saluting)—That’s what I 
came to say, sir, and I speak for thousands like myself who have 
come back and for thousands who never will. We fought and 
died to make an end of it, but it seems we haven’t succeeded. 


Uncle Sam (in a low voice and with eyes that seem to see his 
boys who have paid the price with their lives)—That these dead 
shall not have died in vain.” War must go. 


Boy (quietly, his steady eyes meeting Uncle Sam’s)—War 
SHALL go. 


Uncle Sam (solemnly) —WAR SHALL GO. 
(Curtain falls.) 
By permission ANNA COPE EVANS. 


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NOTE 


To Reader and Producer of “Children of Many Lands.” 


Admirable as it is, there are certain occasions when a peace 
pageant is desired and Miss Mackaye’s remarkable little work 
cannot be used. In many cases, there is not adequate time for 
preparation ; often it is impossible to gather together enough chil- 
dren, especially if it is necessary to take them to a distant place 
for the production; sometimes one must consider a shifting 
audience—such as at County Fairs, etc-—where only a very short 
number will hold the spectators’ attention. Hence this brief adap- 
tation. In fact, the author has made even a more drastic sum- 
mary. For “Peace or Good Will Day” exercises in Sabbath 
Schools, she had taught children of the primary department the 
verses of the “Children of Many Lands,” ending the little dia- 
logue with one of the songs suggested in this version. Each child 
instead of being costumed carried the poster of the country he 
represented, to which might be added, if desired, the appropriate 
flag. However, whenever possible, costumes and properties are 
desirable and may be based upon the costumes and properties 
shown in the posters. Special attention should be paid to the 
chorus work that the words can be understood; the dance may 
be omitted as well as the closing song; for the latter may be 
substituted the first stanza of the opening verses. In many cases 
this pageant may be given under the auspices of the local Amer- 
icanization Bureau which will be able to secure a “real” Japanese 
child for Togo, a German for Gretchen, etc., thus interesting 
every group in the locality. 


(Information relative to the posters and the pageant, ‘“Good 
Will, The Magician” may be obtained from the National Council 
for Prevention of War, 532 Seventeenth Street, northwest, 
Washington, D. C.) 


CHILDREN OF MANY LANDS 
By Erma ExurRiticH LEVINGER 


A Peace Pageant for Children adapted from the Pageant, 
“Good Will, The Magician” 


By Hazel Mackaye 


Characters 
Sammie, from America Peggy, from England 
Togo, from Japan Miss Cherry-bloom, from China 
Jeanne-Marie, from France Gretchen, from ‘(Germany 
Pedro, from Spain Ivan, from Russia 
Jakob, from Holland Good Will—the magician 


(Sammie enters first, carrying an American Flag. He comes 
to the front of the platform and recites.) 
Sammie: 
To boys and girls in every land, 
Beyond the ocean’s wall, 
We children of America 
Send out a hearty cail, 
“We are not strangers—we are friends! 
We're brothers, one and all!” 


(To bright and happy music the children of the other nations 
enter, each carrying his own flag. If desired, they may enter slowly, 
one at a time, each to the music of his own country as suggested in 
the Appendix of Miss Mackaye’s Pageant. Each in turn shakes one 
of Sammie’s outstretched hands. They sing together the following 
song to the tune of the “Maying Song” found in “Every Child’s 
Folk Songs and Dances.”) 

All (singing) : 

Our flags are bright and beautiful, 

They stand so straight and tall, 

Each one has always loved his own, 

And now we love them all. 


We love to see the colors blend, 
And feel a friendly thrill 

As each waves high the other’s flag, 
In token of Good Will. 


(The children exchange flags, standing and waving them.) 


We're all acquainted, we are friends, 
Let’s stay good friends for life, 

For so we'll help Good Will and Peace 
To end all bitter strife. 


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Togo (coming to front of platform recites) : 
Togo says, “We Japanese, 
When coming from the street 
Would never dream of tramping in 
With muddy, dirty feet. 
We leave our shoes outside the door 
To keep our floors all neat.” 


Enrico (likewise) : 
Enrico says, “In Italy 
We never are cast down; 
For song and sunshine are the rule 
In each Italian town, 
A son of sunny Italy 
Will never sulk or frown.” 


Pedro (likewise) : 
“In Spain, we all say ‘thanks’ and ‘please,’ ” 
Says Pedro, bowing low (bows), 
“We never push and shove and grab— 
No Spaniard would act so. 
We try to be polite and kind 
Wherever we may go.” 


Jakob (likewise) : 
Says Jakob, “Holland is the place 
Where sturdy folks belong. 
On our canals in winter time, 
The red-cheeked skaters throng: 
We shout and skate and slide and coast— 
That’s why we’re all so strong.” 


Peggy (likewise) : 
“We English, when we start a thing,” 
Says Peggy, “just stick to it 
And work at it with all our might, 
Until at last we’re through it, 
We never say, ‘Oh, dear, I can’t’ 
We say, ‘I can’—and do.it!” 


Miss Cherry-bloom (likewise): 
“In China,” says Miss Cherry-bloom, 
When I am at my play, 
If mother says, ‘Come help me, please,’ 
I do it right away. 
We Chinese love our parents so, 
We couldn’t disobey.” 


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Gretchen (likewise) : 
Says Gretchen, “In my Fatherland, 
We don’t just hurry through 
Our work and say, ‘It’s pretty bad, 
But then I guess ’twill do!’ 
We try to do our very best 
In everything. Do you?” 

Ivan (likewise) : 
Ivan says, “In my Russian home, 
Amid the ice and snow 
We hurry joyfully to school, 
Because we love it so. 
We love to study and to learn, 
To read and think and know.” 


Sammie (coming forward from the others who make a row be- 
hind him) : 

You have all told me about your beautiful countries ; 

will you sing with me about mine? 

(All nod assent, form a circle about him and sing the first 
stanza of Katharine Lee Bates’ “America the Beautiful’ to the 
melody of “Materna’; under no circumstances should a more 
nationalistic song be substituted!) 

All: 

Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, 

For amber waves of grain, 

For purple mountain majesties 

Above the fruited plain. 

America, America, 

God shed his grace on thee, 

And crown thy good with brotherhood, 

From sea to shining sea. 

(As the children stop singing a voice ts heard in the distance, 
gradually becoming more distinct.) 

A Voice: Balloons for sale! Get ’em here cheap. Balloons for 
sale! Buy ’em fore they’re gone! Balloons! Here! Cheap! 

(Good Will enters; on his arm a basket to the edge of which 


are tied a dozen or so gatly-colored balloons, stretching at their 
tethers with bounds and leaps. The children crowd around him.) 


Children: It’s the balloon man! Hurray! It’s Will! It’s Will 

the Balloon Man! Give usa Balloon, Will. 
(coaxing him). 
Do give us a Balloon, Will. That’s a Good Will! 

Good Will: That’s just what Iam. Good Will. I’m Will and 
this is my day. 

Children: Good Will Day? Tell us about it. 

Good Will: Not so many years ago, the people all over the world 
came together to talk about what they could do to stop war. 
The Governors and the Teachers and the Kings told of all 
the things they had tried to stop war. Armies and navies, 

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for one thing, but the bigger the armies and the bigger the 
navies the more wars they had. They’d also tried to get 
everybody together from all the nations and make the laws 
together and talk things over, but war went on just the same. 
So they asked themselves the question, ““Why was it they 
had wars, anyway?” They thought about that quite a while 
and at last they decided that one of the biggest reasons for 
war was because people who lived far away from each other 
didn’t seem to like each other and so they got to quarreling 
and that led to war. At last a Teacher spoke up and said, 
“Tf folks from all over the world liked each other when 
they were children, they’d get a good start and don’t you 
see they’d be friends for life.” So they called me in and 
said, “Good Will, how can you make all the children all 
over the world like each other?” And I answered: “If you 
will set aside a Day for me—one Day a year—when I can 
do just as I please; and name it after me Good Will Day; 
and if you'll give me one day a year J’ll guarantee, little 
by little, to get all the children acquainted. They’re bound 
to like each other, and if you like anyone you might get mad 
at him sometimes, but you can’t stay mad at him long.” 

So they gave me the Day—which is the day we are on— 

The eighteenth of May 

Is Good Will Day, 

And a day of good cheer for all. 


Children: This is Good Will Day! And we’ve all met and know 


each other and are friends. 


Good Will: Then play and dance together. When people play 


and dance together, they don’t want to fight each other any 
more. 


(All join hands, after stacking their igus together against a 
support provided for that purpose on one side of the stage, and 
tying about their wrists the strings of the bright balloons Good Will 
gives them. He stands in the center of the group and they dance 
some simple folk dance about him. At the conclusion they form a 
semi-circle behind him, their hands still joined.) 


Good Will: 


In hearts too young for enmity 

There lies the way to make men free; 
When children’s friendships are world-wide, 
New ages will be glorified. 


Children (in chorus) : 


Let child love child, and strife will cease, 


Good Will: 


Disarm the hearts, for that is Peace. 


(Each takes his own flag again and they leave the stage, singing 
The “Hymn for Universal Peace,” by Evelyn Leeds-Cole or one of 
several other appropriate songs may be selected for this.) 


End of the Pageant 
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A Session of the World Court 


Showing the Permanent Court of 
International Justice in action. 
Suitable for use in Churches, 
Clubs or Schools. 


By 
C. SUMNER OSGOOD 


Pastor of the Congregational Church, Oswego, N. Y. 


Additional copies may be secured at twenty-five cents each, from 
C. Sumner Osgood, 91 E. Fourth St., Oswego, N. Y. 
or from 
Federal Council of the Churches of Christ in America 
105 E. Twenty-second Street 
New York, N. Y. 


Copyright 1924 by C. Sumner Osgood 


This simple plan of a “Session of the World Court” has all 
the popular appeal of a “mock trial,” but is dignified, impressive 
and instructive. It is suitable for a Sunday evening service or 
any church gathering, or for schools and clubs. It is most 
effective when given by mature men, but younger men may also 
give it with good effect. The first two cases that are taken up 
have been before the actual court. The last case (between Chile 
and Japan) is an imaginary one. The purpose is to give accurate 
information about the Court and to create sentiment favorable to 
it. 


Characters: 
11 judges. 
Clerk. 
American Observer. 


Representatives from Poland, France, Germany, Japan and 
Chile, and also (if desired) Italy and Great Britain. 


Moral Opinion of the World (a woman). 
Spirit of World War Veteran. 
Bugler. 


Directions: 


One rehearsal should be sufficient, after the parts are 
assigned. If, in assigning the parts, the preceding speech or 
question is included, there will be no difficulty about clues at 
the rehearsal. The judges should wear robes or, if these are 
not easily procured, Prince Alberts or dark suits will do. The 
woman or young woman who takes the part of the Moral Opinion 
of the World should be dressed in white. The World War 
Veteran should be in uniform and wear a helmet. 


The platform is arranged so that the judges are given a 
prominent position in a row of seats at the back. They may be 
seated behind a table, upon which law books and documents 
may be placed as they take their seats. The table should have a 
rich looking covering, preferably red velvet. A small table and 
chair for the Clerk at one side, and chairs for the representatives 
of various nations on the other side will give a court room 
effect. The American Observer is seated near the Clerk. 


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A SESSION OF THE WORLD COURT 


(The Clerk enters, carrying a brief case, and goes to his table, where 
he arranges his papers. The representatives from Poland, France and 
Germany then enter from the other side of the platform and take the 
seats that have been placed for them. The American Observer enters and 
seats himself near the Clerk. The judges come tn, one or two or three 
at a time. Some of them carry law books and papers. They remain stand- 
ing in their places until the President enters, when all are seated.) : 


_ President—The Permanent Court of International Justice 
will be in order. The Clerk will determine whether a quorum 
is present. 


Clerk.—There is a quorum. In fact, the full Court of eleven 
judges is present, so we have two more than the required quorum. 
In the absence of Judge Sanchez de Bustamante of Cuba, Judge 
Chung Hui Wang of China, one of the four alternates, is sitting 
in his stead. The judges present today (and for the convenience 
of our visitors I will name them from left to right), are: D. G. 
Nyholm of Denmark; Epitacio Pessoa of Brazil; Lord Finlay 
of Great Britain; Yorodzu Oda of Japan; Charles Andre Weiss 
of France, the vice-president of the Court; B. C. J. Loder ‘of 
Holland, the president of the Court; Rafael Altamira of Spain; 
Max Huber of Switzerland; John Bassett Moore of the United 
States; Chung Hui Wang of China; and Dionisio Anzilotti of 
Italy. 


President—The Clerk will read from the docket the business 
of the day. 


Clerk.—There are present in the Court today representatives 
from Poland and Germany on the question of Polish lands. In 
the second case before us, there are representatives from France, 
Great Britain, Italy, Japan and Germany on the question of the 
use of the Kiel Canal. In the third case, there are representatives 
from Japan and Chile. There is also an American Observer in 
this last case. The American Observer has asked, as a special 
privilege, that the Court will allow him to ask questions about 
the organization and history of this Court at today’s session. 
The Court is aware that the question of American membership 
is now under discussion in the United States. 


President.—I see no objection to the American Observer 
asking any questions he may desire. This Court makes its own 
rules of procedure, in accordance with legal standards, and there 
is nothing in our rules to prevent this. It is a good Yankee trait 
to ask questions, and we will be glad to answer so far as we 
are able. 


Clerk.—It is also requested that the cases today be conducted 
in English. 
President—All the procedure of this Court must be in 
either English or French. The cases today will be in English. 
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The case between Germany and Poland is called for. We will 
hear from the Polish Representative. 


Polish Representative—Your Honors, the Judges of the 
Permanent Court of International Justice, this case was sub- 
mitted voluntarily by Poland and Germany. It involved a serious 
question of land titles, which might easily have led to war. Both 
parties in the matter felt that this impartial court was competent 
to decide, and therefore agreed to bring it here. The evidence 
has all been presented and the arguments made and, if the Court 
please, we are ready to hear your decision. 


Judge Nyholm—The Court has decided that the Polish 
claims are not valid and cannot be sustained. The vote of the 
Court was 7 to 4. The opinion of the Court is contained in these 
documents which I am handing to you. 

(Polish Representative comes forward and takes documents from 

Judge Nyholm.) 
_. President—-We now call for the case of France, Great 
Britain, Italy and Japan against Germany in the matter of the 
Kiel Canal. I understand that the French Representative is the 
spokesman. 


French Representative—Your Honors, this case, which has 
been before you, was over the interpretation of the Versailles 
Treaty. The nations which I represent claimed that under cer- 
tain conditions the Kiel Canal could be used for transportation 
of munitions. Germany opposed this claim. If the Court please, 
we are ready to hear your decision. 


Judge Huber.—The Court has decided by a vote of 8 to af 
that the German claim is unwarranted and is not a just interpre- 
tation of the Treaty of Versailles. Here are the documents con- 
taining our decision. 

(French Representative comes forward and takes documents from 

Judge Huber.) 
.. German Representative-—Your Honors, as the representa- 
tive of Germany in these two cases, permit me to say that I am 
sorry that this case has gone against us. However, the first case 
was decided in our favor and we recognize the justice of both 
decisions. Germany is not a member of this Court, but since 
any two nations who have a dispute may agree to leave it to your 
settlement, we have done so in these two cases. Speaking for 
myself personally, I may say that I wish from the bottom of my 
heart that this Court had been in existence long ago. If it had, 
I believe the opinion of the world would have compelled my 
nation to bring to it all those more or less serious disputes which 
finally led to the Great War. We might have been saved from 
our madness before it became too late. 


American Observer.—Your Honors, isn’t this the “Hague 
Court,” and haven’t we had the Hague Court for the last twenty 
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years? Didn’t Theodore Roosevelt advocate it and help to estab- 
lish it? What’s all this talk about not having a World Court 
until now? It seems to me that I remember Andrew Carnegie 
giving this splendid Peace Palace at The Hague where we are 
now meeting. Wasn’t that for a “World Court?” 


Judge Finlay—The old Hague Court that you are talking 
about, my dear American Observer, was not a court at all in the, 
ordinary sense. It was simply a list of eminent judges in all 
countries who might be drawn on to make up a court if any two 
nations desired it. There is the same difference between the old 
Hague Court and this Court that there is between a panel for a, 
jury and the jury itself. It was really a list of arbitrators, from 
which a group could be drawn to decide any particular case. It 
was useful in some ways but very ineffective in others. It was a 
step in the right direction. Your own Theodore Roosevelt was 
very much interested in it, and so was Secretary of State John 
Hay. Five American presidents—McKinley, Roosevelt, Taft, 
Wilson and Harding—have urged an international court. This 
present Court is an outgrowth of the movement which your own 
nation was so prominent in starting. It is the fulfillment of your 
desire for a permanent court. It does not do away with the older 
plan (for it still exists) but it is the first international court which 
is really entitled to that name. 


American Observer.—May I ask, Your Honors, how long 
you have been organized? 


Judge Weiss.—This court was started by a protocol signed 
on the 16th of December, 1920, and ratified by substantially all 
the civilized nations great and small, with the exception of the 
United States, Germany, Russia and Mexico. The Court met 
January 30, 1922, for organization, and in June of the same year, 
it held its first regular session. So you see we have already been 
at work for about two years. ai 


American Observer.—What kind of cases do you handle, 
Your Honors? | 


Judge Anzilotti—There are two kinds of cases coming be- 
fore the Court—voluntary and compulsory. Voluntary cases are 
those which, as they arise, the two or more nations involved 
agree to submit to the Court. Compulsory cases are those which 
are brought to the Court by nations which have agreed in advance 
to submit to the Court any and every dispute concerning the 
interpretation of a treaty; any question of international law; 
the existence of any fact which, if established, would consti- 
tute a breach of international obligation; and the nature and 
extent of the reparation to be made for the breach of an inter- 
national obligation. So far most of the cases that have come 
before us have been of the voluntary sort. The acceptance of 
the compulsory clause is optional. : 


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American Observer.—I see, Sirs, that you have John Bassett 
Moore of Columbia University, one of our most eminent men 
and a great jurist, as one of your judges. How does it happen 
that an American judge is a member of this Court, when our 
nation has not yet joined the Court? 


John Bassett Moore.—I think I had better answer that ques- 
tion myself, since it concerns me. I am here, not because I am 
an American, but because I am a jurist. The judges that you 
see in this Court do not represent nations. They represent the 
world. In the solemn oath which they take when they assume 
office, they swear in the presence of Almighty God to bring to 
their work the highest ability of which they are capable. They 
have dedicated themselves to the great cause of absolute and im- 
partial justice. 


‘American Observer.—But, Your Honors, how are you 
elected? There are only eleven men here, and there must be 
forty or fifty nations concerned. If world politics are anything 
like American politics, there would have to be at least one judge 
for every nation, and the big nations would want more than one. 
Every state in my country, no matter how small, expects to have 
two Senators in Congress, and the big states like New York, 
not only have two Senators but a large number of Representa- 
tives in the lower house as well. ‘How in the world” could the 
world elect so small a Court? 


Judge Altamira——Let me answer that. You have put your 
finger on a very important matter, my friend. The difficulty of 
finding any satisfactory method of electing judges almost pre- 
vented the creation of a real court. But when in February, 1920, 
at the call of the League of Nations, a committee of international 
jurists came together to discuss the organization of this Court, 
your own Elihu Root was among the number. He said, “‘Let us 
cqnduct the election of judges by using the machinery already 
provided by the League of Nations. If we allow the League 
to elect, and at the same time require that both the Council, or 
upper house of the League of Nations, and the Assembly, or 
lower house, must agree in the election of judges, then we may 
be sure that both small nations and big ones will have an equal 
voice. This will make everybody feel satisfied, for no judge can 
be elected without the consent of the small powers, as represented 
in the Assembly, nor without the agreement of the great powers, 
as represented in the Council.” This plan was adopted, and has 
worked out finely. The eleven judges who are here, and the 
four deputy judges, may come from any nation, but they repre- 
sent, as Judge Moore has just said, the whole world. The judges 
are elected for a period of nine years, and may be re-elected. 
Their salaries and the expenses of the Court are provided jointly 
by the nations that join the Court. 


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American Observer.—Just the same, if I were a small na- 
tion, I would not want to bring a case to this Court, and submit 
it to judges from other countries, without there being any judge 
on the Court from my own country. 


Judge Wang.—You would not have to do that. It is pro- 
vided that in such a case a special judge from the country con- 
cerned may be named, if there is not one who is already a mem- 
ber of the Court. He sits with the others and has an equal vote. 
Moreover, there is a rule that no country can have more than 
one judge on the Court at any one time. 


American Observer.—There’s another thing too. It may 
sound narrow to you over here, and of course I cannot pretend 
to speak for my whole country in the matter, but personally I 
do not like the League of Nations. It sounds to me as if this 
Court were somehow tied up to it. 


Judge Oda.—lIt is true, as Judge Altamira said a moment 
ago, that the first move for the creation of this Court came 
through the League of Nations. But when it was once estab- 
lished, it was given a separate constitution of its own. Your 
own Secretary of State Hughes said in his speech to the Society 
of International Law at Washington in April, 1923, “The Perma- 
nent Court is an establishment separate from the League, hav- 
ing a distinct legal status created by an independent organic act.” 
Before he advocated that the United States join this Court, the 
late President Harding satisfied himself that the United States 
would be allowed full privileges in the election of judges and 
in every other way, even though you should continue to stay 
outside the League of Nations. The League cannot control the 
action of the Court in any way. If you want to, you can be 
a warm friend of the World Court and at the same time scarcely 
have a bowing acquaintance with the League of Nations. We 
find it a little hard to understand why you should not welcome 
a World Court, when you have been advocating it for the last 
twenty years. 


American Observer.—Permit me to say, in all solemnity, 
Your Honors, that if the American people as a whole understood 
these things, as I have been made to understand them today, 
nothing could keep us out of this Court. I believe that as soon 
as the facts are known, the hearts of our people will respond to 
such a proposal. We will not enter reluctantly, but eagerly and 
with the desire to co-operate in every way. 

But, Your Honors, there was a third case, in which my na- 
tion is very much interested. The dispute between Japan and 
Chile, which has arisen, is so serious that the United States is 
very anxious about it. This question is over the interpretation 
of facts in the treaty between Japan and Chile, and I understand 
that this Court is competent to give a decision. 


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- President.—I call for the case between Japan and Chile. 


(The representatives of Japan and Chile come on to the platform 
from opposite sides and stand facing each other at some distance.) 


Japan.—Honorable Members of the Court of International 
Justice, the arguments in this case have already been put before 
you. I am compelled to say, though, that the feeling between the 
two nations has become so strained in the course of the trial, 
that we have practically decided not to abide by your decision 
when it is given. This Court has no army and navy to enforce 
its decrees, and we are not willing that the decision should go 
against us. 


Chile.—Chile also is filled with resentment in this matter. 
Court or no court, we feel that we must have it decided according 
to our interests. What force has the Court back of it anyway? 


Judge Pessoa.—It has back of it the moral opinion of the 
world. In the long run the enlightened public opinion of the 
world is greater than all other forces put together. 


(The Moral Opinion of the World enters and takes a position over- 
looking the Court. If there 1s a choir space back of the platform, she . 
may stand there.) 


Moral Opinion of the World.—I am the Moral Opinion of 
the World. Though to some I may seem like something slight 
and frail, in reality no power ever devised by man is equal to 
me. The authority of all courts rest back ultimately upon me. 
I charge you, Japan and Chile, that, after having come into this 
Court of your own choice, after having agreed in advance to 
abide by its decision, after having made your appeal to impartial 
justice, you cannot, in the eyes of the whole world, fly in the 
face of the decision of this august tribunal. You cannot do so 
without writing yourselves down as traitors to the world. Are 
you willing to face this alternative? Do you not value your own 
integrity? You cannot, you must not, disregard the decision of 
this Court. It is your Court. It is the World’s Court. It is the 
Court of the Moral Opinion of Mankind. 


(World War Veteran takes his place at the side of the Moral Opinion 
of the World.) 


Spirit of World War Veteran.—I am the Spirit of a World 
War Veteran. I laid down my life in the great conflict of na- 
tions. I died in the belief that out of the carnage would come a 
new order in international affairs. I believed that just such a 
Court as this, and even a much stronger one, would be established. 
I was willing to die because I believed that those who lived after 
me would do everything possible to substitute the rule of justice 
for the blind sway of force, the power of conscience for the 
power of brute strength. How can you dare, Chile and Japan, 


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to trample upon the sacred memory of ten million fallen soldiers? 
Did we perish for naught? Is there no honor left in the world? 


“Tf ye break faith with us who died 
We shall not sleep, though poppies blow 
In Flanders Fields.” 


(Taps ts sounded by the Bugler in another room. Japdn and Chile 
bow thetr heads.) 


President——Chile and Japan, and you representatives of 
other nations who have come into this Court today, I see by 
your faces that you have resolved to abide by the decisions of 
this Court. The appeals of World Opinion and of the Spirit of 
the World War Veteran have not been in vain. Though the 
matters in dispute today have not been great ones, though the 
jurisdiction of this Court does not cover all cases, though we 
cannot even compel you to submit your differences to us, though 
we cannot stop war if at any time you are wickedly determined 
to fight, yet we can do much. When America has added the 
strength of her influence by becoming a member of this Court, 
when prestige has been gradually accumulated with the years, 
and when back of the Court a body of international law has 
been created, and perhaps even war itself made a crime against 
nations by international statute, all men will then see that a 
great forward step has been taken towards the goal of peace and 
justice and brotherhood which ‘God has set for the world. 


I declare the Court adjourned. 


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Miscellaneous Quotations 


FACTS TO BE REMEMBERED ON ARMISTICE DAY 


1. If another world war should come, it would be far worse 
than the World War, in which upwards of 10,000,000 soldiers 
were killed. Edison tells us that with the new destructive gases 
and explosives, London, the largest city in the world, could be 
wiped out in three hours. 


2. War, unlike earthquakes and cyclones, is preventable and 
no more necessary than slavery or yellow fever. 


3. Duels, once common between men, have been outlawed 
and so have ended. War, once common between cities, has: 
ceased. War between provinces and states, once common in 
many countries, has ended. Great nations which have hundreds 
of millions of people of many races, religions and languages, keep: 
peace under one flag. War between nations can also be outlawed 
and ended, and without any miracle of human nature. 


4. A permanent court of international justice has this year 
been opened at The Hague. It can be used as a peacemaker be- 
tween all nations just as our supreme court at Washington, hav- 
ing settled eighty disputes between one state and another, has 
been a successful peacemaker and prevented several interstate 
wars. 


5. When all the nations agree to substitute law for war, as 
men and cities and states have done, we shall begin to see the 
end of fear and bitterness, of cruel poverty and ignorance. 


6. The United States in all its history has spent over three- 
quarters of the federal taxes on war or something connected 
with war. Uncle Sam has had less than a quarter of his income 
for all the constructive things he has tried to do. 


7. The World War was the greatest calamity the civilized 
world has had. It left both conquerors and conquered in poverty, 
sorrow and hate. Four years since the guns stopped firing, star- 
vation and despair are the lot of millions of innocent victims of 
the war. 


8. American children, the voters of tomorrow, living in our 
land of opportunity are more than any others summoned to 
study the causes of war and how to prevent it. Their slogans 
should be “Outlaw War” and “Organize the World.” 


9. “The one sure way to recover from the sorrow and ruin 
and staggering obligations of a world war is to end the strife in 
the preparation for more of it and turn human energies to the 
constructiveness of peace.”—President Harding. 


From the Boston Herald, November 10, 1922, by permission. 
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War is a game which were their subjects wise, kings would 
not play at. WiLt1aM CowPer. 


Nothing has been done by war for the good of mankind that 
could not have been better accomplished by Peace. 


PHILLIPS Brooks. 


Surely we have received proof as never before that war 
serves no good ends, even for the side that wins. 


FRIDTJOF NANSEN. 


There never was a good war or a bad peace. 
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. 


Justice between men or between nations can only be achieved 
through understanding and goodwill. Jane AppDAMs. 


But this I would say, standing as I do in view of God and 
eternity: I realize that patriotism is not enough, I must have 
no hatred or bitterness for anyone. Epita CAVELL. 


I dunno but wut it’s pooty 
Trainin’ ’round in bobtail coats,— 
But it’s curus Christian dooty 
This ’ere cuttin’ folks’s throats. 

*x * * x 
Ef you take a sword an’ dror it, 
An’ go stick a feller thru, 
Guv’ment ain’t to answer for it, 
God’ll send the bill to you. 


James RusseL_L LowELt. 


We set ourselves to create the will to peace. The glorifica- 
tion of war must end. 


From the Methodist Episcopal Conference Resolution, 1924. 


Peace is more strong than war, and gentleness, 

Where force were vain, makes conquest o’er the wave; 
And love lives on and hath a power to bless, 

When they who loved are hidden in the grave. 


From the Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing by James Russell 
Lowell. 


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Secretary of State Hughes, speaking before the National 
Institute of Social and Political Sciences, said: 

“We are a peaceful people, and it is well for us to remember 
that we rely on friendship and good will, not on force and threats 
of force, to extend our influence and win adherence to our inter- 
national proposals.” 


“Peace is not made in documents, but in the hearts of men.” 
HERBERT HOOVER. 


President Coolidge, speaking in New York, April 22, 1924, 
advocated an international conference on military and air arma- 
ment. 

“T do not claim to be able to announce any formula which 
will guarantee peace to the world. There are certain definite 
things, however, which certainly ought to be tried, that might 
relieve the people of the earth from much of the burden of 
armaments, and diminish the probability of military operations.” 


‘““Peace—we shall have it soon on the same condition that we 
got war. We must fight for it in the moral sphere as we did in 
the physical sphere. Peace has been promised from ihe first 
night of Christianity only to men of good will. 

“Good will must be in the bottom of the heart; without it, 


it is only a sham peace.” MarSHAL Focu. 


So long as we spend three-quarters or more of every tax 
dollar on war, past, present, or to come, just so long we shall 
be unable to do as we wish by our schools. The one big job 
today is to take the money out of war and put it into schools. 
Quit betting on gunpowder and bet on the kids. 

Collier's, May 26, 1923. 


Today the world is in twilight—not clear, not dark—pray 
God it is the morning twilight; the dawn of a day when the rule 
of force, and even the rule of numbers, must give way to the 
rule of moral reason and love. But it is yet twilight, and if the 
mountains are touched with the splendor of the new day, deep 
shadows still linger in the valleys—shadows of ignorance, or 
racial rancor, of religious bigotry, and all the slimy things that 
crawl and breed in the dark. . . . The great and final enter- 
prise of humanity is to let in the light, to let all the light all the 
Way in. 

Joseph Fort Newton, Baccalaureate Address at University of 
Virginia, June 11, 1922. The Christian Century, July 6, 1922. 


Set the struggling peoples free! 
Crown with Law their Liberty! 


From The Prayer for Peace by Alfred Noyes. 
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One only path remains untrod 
Our path of love and peace climbs higher! 
Make straight that highway for our God. 


From The Dawn of Peace by Alfred Noyes. 


M. Henri Barbusse in his book, “Under Fire’, describes the 
conversation of a group of soldiers at the front during the late 
war. A thunderstorm had silenced the guns and turned the 
battlefields into a sea of mud. As the dawn approached, the men, 
seated upon a hummock that rises slightly above the dreary 
waste, began to talk. ‘“‘When you speak of the whole war,” 
said one, thinking aloud, “it’s as if you said nothing at all.’ 
“No,” rolled in a bass voice from the edge of the group, “one 
cannot imagine it.’ Then one who spoke sorrowfully like a 
bell replied, “It'll be no good telling about it, eh? They wouldn’t 
believe you, not out of malice, but because they couldn’t. No one 
can know it, only us.” “No! not even us, not even us, someone 
cried. “We shall forget, we’re forgetting already.” ‘“That’s 
true what he says,” remarked a man without moving his head 
in its pillory of mud. ‘When I was on leave, I found I’d jolly 
well forgotten what had happened to me before. There were 
some letters from me that I read over again just as if they were 
a book I was opening. I’ve forgotten almost all the pain I’ve had 
in the war. We’re forgetting machines. Men are things that 
think a little but chiefly forget. That’s what we are.” “Ah, if 
we did remember!” cried someone. “If we remembered,” said 
another, “there wouldn’t be any more war.” 


THE CALL TO THE ROAD 


In the French Army there is a phrase all too familiar to 
every soldier, l’appel de la route. When the regiment is making a 
forced march, and the men are footsore and spent, not sooner 
than he must the colonel calls a halt. Wearily the men collapse 
by the roadside. Not later than he must the colonel nods to the 
trumpeter and the inexorable call blares out. At the blast of the 
bugle, with only the shield of their manliness between them and 
tears, the soldiers arise to attempt the impossible—and achieve it. 
That is l’appel de la route—the call to the road—the demand 
upon the last resource. 

Standing today beneath the “choir invisible”, from which 
look down upon us the apostles, saints, and martyrs whose vic- 
tories we have inherited, the summons rings in our ears, “End 
war! End war!” It is ’appel de la route—the call to the road— 
the demand upon the last resource. We, too, will arise to attempt 
the impossible—and we will achieve it! 


EXTRACT FROM AN ADDRESS DELIVERED BY REV. CARL HOPKINS ELMORE 
AT THE UNION THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY, May 20, 1924. 


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